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laurenleyendolibros's review against another edition
challenging
dark
emotional
hopeful
informative
inspiring
reflective
sad
medium-paced
4.0
kaitlynruby's review against another edition
I might return to this book. For now, it's too dense and too depressing (which I knew going in) so I am just going to put it down for now.
notcutemj's review against another edition
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4.75
she gets it
Graphic: Alcoholism, Drug abuse, Drug use, Mental illness, Miscarriage, Self harm, Sexual assault, Suicidal thoughts, Suicide, and Suicide attempt
mias65's review against another edition
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funny
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medium-paced
4.5
comrademun's review against another edition
5.0
As someone who has lived with depression for over 20 years, this was an incredibly difficult book to read. I saw my own behaviour in that of Elizabeth and had to reconcile my own harmful actions. Not an easy task!
This book so perfectly captures the overwhelming pain and fog of living with depression, and ironically, has given me pause to really work through my feelings and actions. Cannot recommend highly enough for everyone - if you have depression, you will empathise, and if you don’t, you will understand why it’s not just “being sad.”
This book so perfectly captures the overwhelming pain and fog of living with depression, and ironically, has given me pause to really work through my feelings and actions. Cannot recommend highly enough for everyone - if you have depression, you will empathise, and if you don’t, you will understand why it’s not just “being sad.”
lottie1803's review against another edition
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4.0
alexkersbergen's review against another edition
2.0
This book was just 300 pages of self-pity but that’s sometimes almost exactly what depression is like. Elizabeth Wurtzel painted a raw and real picture of depression, and it was insufferable because people with depression ARE insufferable. I’m struggling to truly find the right words to describe this, I don’t want to talk bad on people suffering from depression. What I’m trying to say is, that this disease is so all-consuming that you become unrecognisable. You don’t care that you are hurting people around you because you can’t care about that. There is no extra mental space for that. Elizabeth Wurtzel was so fierce and real for writing this book, it was one big pity party and I loved it. That being said, I’ll go take my prozac now…