On a foggy autumn morning, in a village by the sea, a little boy was born, and his faint cries could be heard among the crashing tides and the jagged rocks of the coastline.
Thank you for this! I can see traces of my own journey out of depression through this story.
Thank you for reading, Linda. I’m hoping this story will resonate with others too🙏
Thank you for this! I can see traces of my own journey out of depression through this story.
Thank you for reading, Linda. I’m hoping this story will resonate with others too🙏