Dyanna Richards

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and examined my attire.  Nothing fancy, nothing spectacular just boring old me.  I wore jeans and a T-shirt my hair pulled back in a bun and a cap planted firmly on top of my head, the way it was practically every other day.  I examined my rather large collection of necklaces, earrings, scarves and shoes but decided that today was not the day to be flashy.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself against the depression welling up within me.  Today was going to be a happy day I could just feel it.  That's why I had moved to this place, it was a fresh start, worlds away from the place I had grown up.  No one knew me here, no one knew what I'd been through, who I was or what I'd done.  The past no longer mattered, it was a fresh start.

A bottle of anti-depressant pills sat on the counter and I pick them up.  My doctor told me I needed to take two a day until I had stabilized again.  I looked at my reflection again and despite the lack of make-up and decoration I actually liked the way I looked, something that hadn't happened in weeks.

I smile and place the pills back on the counter.  Who needs pills?  I sure don't want to be drugged up when I meet my new neighbors for the first time.  "I want them to see the real and true me."  I said to myself, "Today is going to be a happy day, good things are going to happen."

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