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A review by jenapaige
Swift and Saddled by Lyla Sage
5.0
I could read this series a dozen times & I still wouldn’t be tired of it.
“Logically, I had the depression bull by the horns. But depression wasn’t a logical disease. It was an unexpected cold front in the middle of July. It was impossible to predict, which meant that I spent much of my time worrying about when the other shoe was going to drop. Not if, but when I would sink into another dark hole and have to decide to claw my way out of it. Even when I was happy, I was thinking about when I wouldn’t be. Honestly, it was exhausting. It took up so much of my brain even though I recognized that there wasn’t very much I could do about it. That’s what I meant when I said that my brain didn’t feel like my own sometimes. It felt like it belonged to my mental illness instead. And, frankly, that sucked.”
“Logically, I had the depression bull by the horns. But depression wasn’t a logical disease. It was an unexpected cold front in the middle of July. It was impossible to predict, which meant that I spent much of my time worrying about when the other shoe was going to drop. Not if, but when I would sink into another dark hole and have to decide to claw my way out of it. Even when I was happy, I was thinking about when I wouldn’t be. Honestly, it was exhausting. It took up so much of my brain even though I recognized that there wasn’t very much I could do about it. That’s what I meant when I said that my brain didn’t feel like my own sometimes. It felt like it belonged to my mental illness instead. And, frankly, that sucked.”