Each mirror produced a different type of distortion.  Some mirrors made my chest look big and strong, and I immediately felt powerful.  Some made me look as tall as Goliath, and others transformed me into a midget.  Some made my head as big as a basketball, and others shrunk it down to the size of a golf ball.  Some made me look fat, and others made me look skinny.

I enjoyed the house of mirrors because I knew that what I was seeing wasn't the real me.  The reflection was a distortion of who I was, and I had no problem distinguishing between the real me and the one I saw in the mirror.

Later on, I discovered I spent my entire life living in a house of mirrors.  I found out that emotions are a reflection of the thoughts that cascade through my mind.  Each thought that I think takes me on a trip to my personal house of mirrors.

My mind isn't a quiet place.  Thoughts shout and screech and echo as they go round and round my mind.  Eventually the swirling dervish of thought stands in front of the mirror of my mind.  Suddenly, magic happens, and I feel emotion.  When I look in the mirror, I don't see myself, I feel myself.  If I like the reflection, I feel good.  If I don't like it, I feel bad.

Excerpt from :

Zero Tolerance To Negative Thinking : Good-by Depression - Hello Positive Mind

David J Abbott M.D.