No, it's a picture of a tortured soul.

And it's not how her neck is all crinkled.  No, it's her pursed lips where it would appear she can barely hold back her true feelings.  At least that's what I was seeing.

It's sad.

It's the result of years and years of believing in something that's not true.  And she knows it.

She's shattered.  She's in a million pieces but she can't leave.  She's so overly invested.

Ok, how about this?  Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I don't know a thing about Joan.

So, how about we invite Joan to come here to tell us her story and why and how I'm so wrong?