Part one of term paper
When I look at the reflection in the mirror, I see a short and not well- proportioned figure. Her hair is soft and silky, her face young yet wise. When I look at the reflection of her soul, I see strength. Sometimes she is my mentor and other times I am disheartened by her actions. I have seen her raw emotions, flailing like a wailing child. ...

Part two of term paper
... she had such a strong desire for change. She responded, "I'm tired of feeling confined within four walls of despair and I'm ready to move beyond a life of mere existence." I then asked her how she was feeling, and why she felt the need to dissociate on drugs everyday. With a look of optimism she replied, "right now I feel completely in control and full of hope. It's night time that is so excruciating and unbearable." Then, a look of fear and hopelessness quickly filled her eyes as she continued on ...