“Letters to the Ghost Who Lives in My Mirror”

1. The Reflection That Isn’t Mine

Every morning, before the world stirs, I face the ghost who lives in my mirror.

She’s not like me—at least, not entirely. Her eyes hold stories I don’t remember living. Her lips curl in smiles I never smiled. She wears my face but carries a weight, a sorrow, that feels like a secret tattoo etched beneath my skin.

I started writing to her on scraps of paper—letters I pressed against the glass, hoping she could hear.

2. The First Letter

Dear Ghost,

Who are you that walks behind my eyes? Why do you linger in the spaces where light fades?

Are you a memory, a shadow, a future I never dared to dream?

I left the letter by the mirror overnight. By morning, it was gone. Or maybe she took it inside herself.

3. A Conversation in Silence

Days turned into weeks. Every morning, I wrote. Sometimes questions. Sometimes apologies. Sometimes stories.

I spoke of loneliness, regrets, and fears—the parts I hid from the world but that she carried so heavily.

I imagined her answering, though I never heard a sound. I saw her expressions change with every note I left—surprise, sadness, hope.

4. The Breaking Point

One night, the mirror cracked.

A spiderweb of fractures splitting her face in pieces.

I screamed, afraid I’d broken her, broken myself.

But the next day, I found a new letter—written in a handwriting that was mine, yet not mine.

“I am here. Waiting. Waiting for you to see.”

5. Unveiling Truths

The letters grew deeper, revealing parts of me I buried—childhood wounds, lost dreams, and the fear of never being enough.

The ghost wasn’t separate. She was my truth reflected, the self I avoided.

In speaking to her, I found courage to confront the silence inside.

6. Healing Through Words

Our letters became a ritual, a balm.

I forgave myself for failures. I celebrated hidden strengths.

The mirror no longer haunted but held.

7. The Last Letter

Dear Ghost,

Thank you for staying.

I see you now—not as a stranger, but as my own soul waiting to be whole.

I folded the letter and left it by the glass.

This time, it stayed.