I have to come back to reality knowing that my desires are not going to be met as I wish that he would be the one to deliver me out of my loneliness state, to having the feeling of completion. I keep my head down, not wanting to catch a glimpse of me in the mirror. I know that if I look in the mirror, I will not see myself. I will see the demon of depression, guilt and shame, while also looking at the demon of loneliness, incompletions, isolation disorganization, self-worthlessness. I look at the mess that's on the floor, in the bathroom. I looked at the clothes that I had changed out of, prior to him coming over, looking for something that will make me feel worthy to be looked at. The filth that I have sub come to that causes me to feel as if I am drowning in life, as if I am struggling to grasp a breath from the very lungs that promised to give me air. Let's take a journey with Lisa Love to see how she overcame her demons, as she begins her life as a satisfied single woman.