I never see reviews on storygraph, not really. So when I came here, I stopped trying to write them. But, So Sad Today was so impactful and I just need to share. With anyone. Even the void.

I don't think anyone could get me to admit to something like a vomit fetish, not even under threat of torture. I also kind of desperately want a follow up story to that. Did admitting it in a book, back in 2016, change anything? Did your future lovers know from the book? (if you ever went there again). 

I picked this book for a storygraph challenge, I had to pick a book from someone with a disability. And I thought, as someone who struggle with anxiety, reading about someone else with anxiety would maybe make me relate.

It did not make me relate. If anything I'm now struggling with imposter syndrome.  Melissa Broder is fucked up. She is fucked up to an degree I didn't know could be a thing after the age of 20. Not with something as benign as anxiety disorders and depressions. If you can call such things benign. Does that make me a terrible person? Maybe. I got both of those AND cptsd and now I'm wondering if I'm even messed up enough to be worthy of the cptsd diagnosis. 

I am also extremely weirded out about a chapter where she gives us the by-play of her sexting some guy she falls head over heels for and the sexting is godawfull. First of all, Heartpussy? Second of all, why is social media part of the dirty talking? And THIS is what she is swooning over? 

I do not understand this book. I do not understand Melissa Broder. I'm torn between giving it 0 stars because of how disgusted I am and giving it 5 stars simply because how incredible raw and honest it all was.