Review to come…I can’t see the screen. *sobbing*
**FULL REVIEW**
Where do I even start? So many emotions run through me as I contemplate how to share my thoughts without spoiling things...I will first start by saying this:
Today, June 6, is exactly one year since we lost a boy to his depression--someone who was loved by so many and a light where ever he went. No one truly knew the depth of his despair and it wasn't until he was gone that people started really talking about mental illness. It's always been something handled behind closed doors, or worse, not at all. Every day, this boy's absence is felt. It's seen in the eyes of his family and friends, in the eyes of my son, who was very close to him. In our community...it just feels less somehow, because although a year has passed, the weight of this loss weighs heavy on our hearts. On my heart. The boy will never be forgotten, his legacy will live on and the foundation started in his name will hopefully be a light for many others suffering in the darkness.
*Excuse me while I take a breath.*
You can imagine how I felt reading this book. A book that shines a light on the deepest, darkest part of a young girl's mind. Of a boy who lives a lie. Even a family that struggles to find a balance where there isn't any to be had. So much to say, yet, words escape me. My heart just...aches.
It aches in a way I can't explain because to put words to the pain could destroy any semblance of lucidity I have right now. I cried myself to sleep over this book. I've had to pull myself together multiple times at work today because I am shattered over how tragic and...what's worse than sad? Is there a word that describes that emotion? Because that's where I am.
Yet, it's just a small fraction of what I would imagine Harlow to feel as she navigated an illness where she felt utterly alone, broken, unworthy...where she couldn't trust anyone with her words because they had once been used against her. How she found solace in a mental facility among the other "broken" or "damaged" people. People not unlike herself...where she found common ground with a boy she never thought possible. Where she found peace until she couldn't.
Here is the hardest part.
What now? How do we move forward? How do we just keep going when everything in our world has just been shattered into a million tiny pieces? Where do we muster up the courage to ask for help? To have hope that things could get better? Will get better?
I'll tell you, as a mother, I can't answer that. As someone who once felt this darkness and sometimes still does, I honestly still don't know. And that's the truth. There's no magic cure-all, no switch to flip, nothing but time...and how devastating to believe that the space we take up is too much. So, we shrink. We mold ourselves to fit someone else's version of us...because it has to be better than the version we see, right?
Lord, I pray that whoever reads this book takes from it the purest of raw and real emotion it evokes, sees with an open and empathic heart, remembers that people are fighting battles every day that we know nothing about...and when all else fails, kindness goes a long way. It may not always be enough...but it's a start. A start is something...a spark of hope that the days won't always be so dark.
And if you need a hand to hold, I'm here. I will sit with you in the dark until you find the light again...so much love. *cries* So much.
**5 Beautifully Scarred, Stars**