A review by oao
The Roles We Play by Sabba Khan

5.0

it's weird: the need to fit in to certain boxes for people. so they don't feel threatened.
So you are easily digestible.
Understandable.
Compartmentalisable.
Predictable

Is psychotherapy misogynistic?
Placing all the responsibility on our mothers?
Or are we truly pieces, fragments, extensions of her? As she teaches you what love looks like, what pain, fear, comfort, look like..in those first moments.
The blankest slate, the most pliable clay, your soul at its most innocent.
Is she herself not a reaction, a response to pressures that surround her?
Isn't it too convenient to place the blame for a ruptured identity, a sense of self on her?
She who so tenderly gave up her own?