Told through a series of letters from the author to his therapist in 1988, this gives a deep insight into the mind of a man suffering from a life affecting mental illness. A fascinating look at how it really feels when you seem to have no control over your life or your own mind.
Forced into an unhappy marriage when he was too young to take on that level of responsibility and desperate to just be loved, the author spirals into depression that leaves him unable to work and with no real direction to his existence.
I found myself struggling to hold back the tears during parts of this engaging and emotional rollercoaster ride which really hits home when you remember that this isn’t a novel conjured up by a master story teller, but a raw and sometimes confused self-analysis of the author’s life.
I can see how reading this would benefit anyone with mental health issues and also someone with a friend or a loved one who is affected by a debilitating mental illness.
Initially I didn’t think this was for me, but I’m so glad I read it. It must’ve taken a lot of courage to publish this memoir and I salute the author for that.