LizabethJoy

All ablaze in rage. Withered. Living dead. A chronic helper. A please ‘like me’ type. A social worker by degree. A wife by default, A mother by desire ran away one day, along a road called discovery. Along the way, she met a tree. No strings. said the tree, just hug me. and use my energy to fulfill your right, to a joyful life. Time to shine, Blossom time.