I tried to kill myself by jumping off a building, but I survived. When I opened my eyes, I was hanging from someone else's windowsill, with a baby in my arms crying itself hoarse!
My head was about to explode: I'd been reborn in the body of my own sister, who was suffering from postpartum depression and about to jump!
Her memories came flooding in: raising a child alone, a cold and hostile in-law family, and the moral blackmail of “a mother must be strong”... It had all been squeezing the breath out of her. My own shadow of severe depression followed me everywhere. Two people's depression piled on top of each other: hell mode activated!
But I can't die now, not with this baby in my arms, and not when this life was lent to me. A soul swap? Then let's join forces and turn the tables! Smash the pedestal of the “perfect mother” and kick away the emotional blackmail of parasitic family ties. Sharing one body, two desperate women begin awkwardly helping each other: she teaches me how to soothe the baby and survive, while I teach her to say “no” to psychological manipulation! Redemption goes both ways. Her vulnerability awakens my will to live, while my “whatever, I give up” attitude teaches her to cast off her shackles. In this battered body, we'll tear off every label and shape ourselves anew. I'll live however the hell I want! Can two shattered souls fight their way back from the edge of postpartum depression and live lives no one else gets to define?
