THE MIRROR

Nine Cards. One Truth. Every Angle. Nowhere to Hide.

You have one question. You think. Maybe it’s about the person who stopped texting. Maybe it’s about the job that’s draining you like a slow leak in a tire you keep inflating every Monday because you’re convinced the problem is your air pressure and not the nail. Maybe it’s about the money that comes in and leaves so fast you’re starting to wonder if your bank account has an ejector seat. Maybe you don’t even have a question, just a feeling in your chest at 2am that something is deeply, structurally off and you can’t name it but your body has been screaming it for months.

You came here with one question. You’re going to leave with the one underneath it.

Your bones already know what your mind is circling. Your blood has been carrying the answer while your brain runs laps around the question, generating scenarios, rehearsing conversations that haven’t happened, checking their Instagram story for the forty-sixth time like that’s going to decode a human being who can’t decode themselves.

I pu…