I gazed into the long, cracked mirror and a thin woman with placid skin and long black hair stared back blankly at me. Her skin was pulled tight over her cheek bones. A low crop top pulled tight against her ribs exposing a heart tattoo with a cupid’s arrow piercing straight through it. She traced the shape of the ink, never wanting it to fade. This tattoo was not a show of love between her and her ex, rather a dark time in her life that was bleeding into her brain. She relived it in her darkest thoughts and memories.