Survival. Seems to be a theme. Every mirrored surface in my environment, every piece of chrome, every puddle, every shop window taunted me. I had reached the end of my rope and was fashioning that end into a noose with which to end the pain. Ellie was screaming from within me like an actor on the Stratford stage, NO NO NO STOP THIS! So. Finally. I accepted who I truly am, I accepted the standing offer from my therapist, I ended the reign of terror imposed upon me by the gonads of my birth. Ellie emerged, breathing easier, smiling serenely.