This one is a hard one for me to rate because I hate rating anyone’s account of their mental health and suicide attempt low… but I didn’t like this author as a person. There were multiple times where I thought damn girl you don’t need to say that, like when she said being on a morphine drip made her feel like we’d probably learned a lot and come a long way since the Holocaust (yes I get she was being hyperbolic and making a joke but I felt it was uncomfortable). I felt like her privilege was showing in a lot of instances and while she acknowledged that I thought she came off rather whiney. I didn’t sense a ton of growth from her by the end and the whole crafts angle seemed like a gimmick that never played out.

I think talking about mental health and getting help is good but she always made it almost seem like she didn’t think she really needed the help and I don’t know if that’s a positive contribution to the larger mental health narrative.