The Blackbird On My Shoulder
byKaroleena K. Pillai
About the Book
When children are discouraged from expressing their thoughts or opinions, it is akin to pressing down the feathers of a baby bird just learning to fly.
Are we truly living, or merely surviving? Have we become puppets of ideologies we never chose, sheep chasing the loudest noise instead of making intentional decisions? As grown-ups, we inherit beliefs and wounds we carry so naturally that we mistake them for part of ourselves.
These deeply personal journeys uncover hidden struggles, unhealed wounds, and quiet courage. What unites these stories, and perhaps our own, is the quiet surrender of the mind: the erosion of emotional intelligence and the conditioning that teaches survival over purpose, conformity over courage, and obedience over understanding.
These stories are an invitation to recognise your lost self, and the invisible prisons that continue to pollute your thoughts, your emotions, your choices, or perhaps all three.
Because the greatest prison is not always the one built around us. Sometimes, it is the one built within us.
Are we truly living, or merely surviving? Have we become puppets of ideologies we never chose, sheep chasing the loudest noise instead of making intentional decisions? As grown-ups, we inherit beliefs and wounds we carry so naturally that we mistake them for part of ourselves.
These deeply personal journeys uncover hidden struggles, unhealed wounds, and quiet courage. What unites these stories, and perhaps our own, is the quiet surrender of the mind: the erosion of emotional intelligence and the conditioning that teaches survival over purpose, conformity over courage, and obedience over understanding.
These stories are an invitation to recognise your lost self, and the invisible prisons that continue to pollute your thoughts, your emotions, your choices, or perhaps all three.
Because the greatest prison is not always the one built around us. Sometimes, it is the one built within us.