“I am a foreigner in this place right now. Not just this empty house – a house that once held such joy and laughter, a house marked by family and faith. But this world too. It’s like I’m a refugee, always running, running, running. And every time I arrive somewhere, hoping for sanctuary, I’m met with rejection.” GriefLonelinessSadDepressionRejectionRelatable Book:Every Bright and Broken Thing Source: Every Bright and Broken Thing