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eBook: You're Loved And You Belong Here by Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu


Depression is real. On daily basis, many take their lives to escape from the hurt and frustration that colour their lives in ugly shades of grey.

Naturally, humans desire to be loved, appreciated and even crave validation from loved ones, but not all seem to get this desire evenly satisfied.


Subtly, love-starved souls slip into depressed moods, from a distance, they watch love and acceptance fly past them into the arms of neighbours, colleagues, siblings, relatives, friends... but none ever rings their bell. They feel unloved, unwanted, less human, inferior, sad, hurt, rejected, dejected and eventually, suicidal.

This book is a collection of letters, articles and daily musings that serves as a reminder to you, who’s emotionally bruised that You Are Loved, And You Belong Here.

How To Get A Copy: Click any of the following links: 


Or follow the alternate procedure:

- Transfer #200 to the bank account below. To order for the eBook:
pay into:
ANYATONWU STEPHEN O.
3118209817
FIRST BANK
- Send your proof of payment (screenshot of the transfer) to any of these:
Whatsapp: 07064982214
- Once receipt of payment is confirmed, I'll send you a dedicated link to download the book.

#Pengician
#SSA 

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