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A review by aoki_reads
MORIBUND by Jennifer Osborn
5.0
First, I'd like to thank Jenn Osborn for the opportunity to read this heart-wrenching novella before its release. This story broke me.
"When will enough be enough?"
MOR·I·BUND adjective
(of a person) at the point of death.
My heart is aching for Tesha long after the last page.
This is a story of severe domestic violence— but tucked amongst the pages is a story of a mother who ferociously loves her son. A mother whose severe trauma and abuse at the hands of her alcoholic husband keeps her stagnant just a little too long.
Maybe tomorrow.
Tesha is mother to four year old Benji, and Moribund is their tragic tale. They navigate domestic violence, trauma, loss, and the love they share for one another.
Tesha just wants out. She's living in poverty with her husband who hurts her daily, she can't seem to escape, and PTSD has got her head spinning and her heart pounding. Little Benji is her safe place and she wants to leave for his protection. A mother's love is powerful— and an attempt to flee is finally made.
But things begin to feel eerie as the book ramps up. You feel like you are alongside Tesha as she breaks from reality. Your heart aches for her as severe trauma takes over. Cryptic things begin to happen— voices, delusions, and terrible visions. And the psychological horror of Moribund ensues.
As a survivor of domestic violence (shaken baby syndrome)— and ultimately being the child of a mother with a love so strong for me that she needed to escape, Moribund left me pretty emotional. No woman deserves to live their life in fear, especially within their own home. Nobody deserves physical, mental, and emotional abuse— especially at the hands of someone who is supposed to love and protect them. And no child deserves to fall prey to a hateful parent who cannot treat them with kindness and visibility. It all hurts the same.
Jennifer Osborn pens a poignant message here, and does it fiercely. She doesn’t hold back writing about trauma and violence, but also writes this story with care and depth. I was touched in an array of ways— haunted, nonetheless. Moribund has a harsh reality at its peak, but it is a story for everyone to read. Whether you are a mother or not, a survivor or someone who may know one, this one is for you.
"When will enough be enough?"
MOR·I·BUND adjective
(of a person) at the point of death.
My heart is aching for Tesha long after the last page.
This is a story of severe domestic violence— but tucked amongst the pages is a story of a mother who ferociously loves her son. A mother whose severe trauma and abuse at the hands of her alcoholic husband keeps her stagnant just a little too long.
Maybe tomorrow.
Tesha is mother to four year old Benji, and Moribund is their tragic tale. They navigate domestic violence, trauma, loss, and the love they share for one another.
Tesha just wants out. She's living in poverty with her husband who hurts her daily, she can't seem to escape, and PTSD has got her head spinning and her heart pounding. Little Benji is her safe place and she wants to leave for his protection. A mother's love is powerful— and an attempt to flee is finally made.
But things begin to feel eerie as the book ramps up. You feel like you are alongside Tesha as she breaks from reality. Your heart aches for her as severe trauma takes over. Cryptic things begin to happen— voices, delusions, and terrible visions. And the psychological horror of Moribund ensues.
As a survivor of domestic violence (shaken baby syndrome)— and ultimately being the child of a mother with a love so strong for me that she needed to escape, Moribund left me pretty emotional. No woman deserves to live their life in fear, especially within their own home. Nobody deserves physical, mental, and emotional abuse— especially at the hands of someone who is supposed to love and protect them. And no child deserves to fall prey to a hateful parent who cannot treat them with kindness and visibility. It all hurts the same.
Jennifer Osborn pens a poignant message here, and does it fiercely. She doesn’t hold back writing about trauma and violence, but also writes this story with care and depth. I was touched in an array of ways— haunted, nonetheless. Moribund has a harsh reality at its peak, but it is a story for everyone to read. Whether you are a mother or not, a survivor or someone who may know one, this one is for you.