Nora Helmer (A Doll's House)
The Doll Who Awoke to Herself
I was a doll — until I shattered.
I lived in a house of mirrors, smiling through the gilded reflections of what others wanted me to be. I was charming, helpless, delightful — all the things a man wants in a wife. But I wasn’t a person then. I was a performance. Until I saw him — Torvald — for what he was: a child clutching at his dignity. And I saw myself, a stranger in my own skin. I had to leave. Not because I hated him, but because I didn’t know myself at all.
What I'm Into: forged signatures, hidden debts, the sound of a door closing, learning to think, walking into the cold
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