Courney stepped out into the night, unable to sleep. She walked towards a garden behind the house, where a lush oak tree stood. Seating herself, as she did every night, on its roots, she poured out her thoughts. The tree became her confidant in times of depression, providing a space to freely express her emotions.

"Here I am again, sharing my sorrows with you. I've finally rid myself of a mental burden that was eating away at me. My weary heart is disheartened by being the cause of my sister's