My mental health journal
Family is supposed to be the place one feels safe. But what if it isn't? She was born to two not-so-young couples. The last child. Isn't she a lucky one? Can you imagine the love that'll be loved out to her? From her nine siblings. Yes… You heard the right. Nine! She's the tenth child. Her parents were blessed with eight boys and one girl. If I didn't know better, I would say they were trying to get another girl. She would not know if it was pain or joy on the day the world became her home. There was no one to tell her. It would be a place she would never hear anything. No tales about 'when you were born..' Or when you were a child..' There was silence, but so was she. She later came to know what the dictionary defines her as—an introvert. At five, a big party took place at their house. It wasn't significant. Both the house and the party. But she had never been to one before. Thirty-three years later, it's still the only one she's atte
