Books that introduced me to a different realities of my life

As such nothing was there on my mind today that would lead me to my blog but then, something triggered a wound, that lead to inconsolable sobb.

Then, when my eyes and being got tired and exhausted and looked deeper into what is it that is hurting me more...

An expectation...

A memory

A mother who would never understand me nor would I ever be able to be free from any anxiety around her...

Those thoughts were pulling me more in the darkness of this moment and tears were pairing with the rains. My head started to ache, body which was just recovering felt tired again....and hopeless.

Then, with my teary eyes, wounded heart and heavy head and irregular breaths, I picked up the book that I was about to complete a week back...but still has few pages left and I knew it will help me distract my mind and being from the unresolved trauma feelings.

That book is : 

And this is my first time reading such humble book almost like a fairytale but I know and could see myself in it for the part where the writer herself has a troubled childhood.

Second one which I finished reading a month back was :

Both of these books engaged me even on days when life appeared meaningless and I was drowning deep in the void. 

It brought me joy, hope and a tiny bit of me close to myself. 

I know I feel terribly sad and want to cry it all out but...I am holding on to it...