What Doesn't Kill you Makes You Stronger

Written on 28/07/2026
Shackxie

Part 6

But as soon as I registered the slight pain,my mind cleared up. I dropped the knife and retrieved my phone from the pocket.

In the blacklisted contacts, I found my friends number. She was someone who we played bad characters since primary but we parted ways there on 2021 March after we've finished highschool.

Some months back before I had blacklisted her, she'd been bragging of having a psychologist friend and with a pleasure I begged her for his number.

She didn't ask what was wrong for she understood my character very well and in a minute his number was sent.

I was hesitant at further but at last I called him and told him what was happening for the past three months since I gave birth.

He was friendly and the following three months guided me, talked to me and as time went by I understood the meaning of life. I understood that postpartum depression is real.

It doesn't matter if he refused to be responsible, I could raise the child alone. Every child has his own plate.

But what I know, it won't be a plastic for it would tear, it won't be glass for it would shatter, it won't be melamine for it would break it would be a gold plate.