Invisible and fading

This has just been a long day.
I just... walked out on my family during dinner in a tavern. I'd asked them to let me walk home alone, but they wouldn't let me, saying it was night and dangerous and I should just wait for my sister to finish eating. I insisted that I wanted to go alone, but they wouldn't listen, and I just got up and left. And I cried on the way home. I had always been an obedient daughter and never ignored them.
And when I got home and went to wash my face.... I just looked into the mirror, at the pretty blue dress I'd worn for the first time since middle school and my face... I thought "She has a pretty face. Who is she?" That broke me. I just stumbled out of the bathroom and I just got this image of a girl with no reflection in my head and I just... I just needed to draw it, like I never need to draw before.
All this time, I've been living in my head, trying to perfect stories and plot lines and characters... I've just been living in my own head so long that the ideas and images I'd created felt more real to me than actual reality.

This is the first drawing I've done in a long time that I haven't fretted about it looking good and professional. This is me. I'm the girl with no reflection. It's clumsy, and it was really just a quick sketch, but it's the first time I've ever drawn anything so real to me. It's what I feel, uncensored and sincere, and I hope you realise how much it means to me that you're looking at it at all.
I hope you like it.
P.s. My legs were drawn that thick on purpose. They are literally my least attractive feature.