I was at my favorite place ( the gym). I ran there with my bags. Just left an abusive relationship. And found my heart on a tree right outside the gym upon closing. I am by myself right now, battling homelessness. And blood clots in my legs. I am alone. Scared to ask for help because I was painted out to be a bad person from my abusers and scared that if I ask someone for help they might think I’m a bad person. But I found this heart on a tree. It gave me hope knowing to keep pushing, things will get better. And I will keep fighting to be the best man I can be and find a good family. Thanks to whoever left this quilted heart there I am gonna make it ❤️💪🏽.
