“we don’t stay free at our homes, we pay with our mental healths”. My world felt heavy for me, even before I was old enough to carry it. I had seen and felt too much already. My home, where love should have been, was filled with pain and shadows cast by my single mother. “Perks of being a first born daughter”. Im going through counselling, years after escaping her toxicity, and that’s when I found myself falling for my therapist.
In between, Something strange yet beautiful happens. small, thoughtful gifts are being left at my doorstep, each one signed by no one. I wonder who this person could be.