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"Someone once explained to me what the word veneer meant. Gloss. A shiny surface that's supposed to protect an inferior material underneath. That's me exactly. Whenever I'd look in the mirror, I'd think, "You’re lost. Totally lost. How can anyone like you? You don’t even like yourself.” These moments when I realised how estranged I’d become from myself, not to mention from the rest of the world, sent me spiraling into a depression. And my depressions knew no depths. Imagine being trapped in a descending elevator that never hit the ground floor. You get to a point where you’ll do anything to get out."