I should preface this by saying that I’m a person living with schizoaffective disorder, so I’m a person who is very interested in reading stories from or about people with schizophrenia or schizoaffective disorder. The difference between these two things is that people with schizoaffective disorder have a mood disorder associated, although both of these mental illnesses can differ from person to person and everyone experiences them differently. In this novella, the protagonist lives with severe schizophrenia and is unable to take the steps to better his life. Told in the first person, this is a dark tale about a man who suffers from schizophrenia and his delusions. He believes there’s a worm hole in his mind. My Eyes Are Black Holes is a twisted novella of false memory, madness, and violence that pays homage to haunted house stories while never actually slipping into the genre. The first person perspective forces the reader right into the mind of a disturbed protagonist. Memories are layered on top of one another, becoming confused as reality merges with nightmarish fantasy, and we witness the downward mental spiral marking the culmination of a troubled life first-hand. My Eyes are Black Holes could be described as an unsettling literary horror, reminiscent of David Lynch movies. It is beautifully written with engaging prose that makes it impossible to turn away, even during the most grotesque parts. A lot of readers who aren’t used to unlikable and dark protagonists will be turned off this story, but I related to Jack as I’ve personally gone through psychosis and understand first hand what that does to a person, to their personality and perceptions. Despite being inside Jack’s disturbed mind and knowing what psychosis feels like, that wasn’t the hardest part of this story for me. For me, seeing how Jack treated his loved ones and lashed out at them was the hardest part. As someone who is mentally ill and experiences psychosis, it always hurt me deeply to look back on my episodes later when I’m healthy/medicated and feel the guilt from my actions and how I treated people when I wasn’t clear headed and mentally sound. This book was dark and raw, and I related to some parts of Jack and his story in ways that even I don’t want to admit to myself. The last third of this book was a dark rollercoaster with many hidden meanings and subtle surreal horror. I think I was able to decipher what really happened in this story beyond the hallucinations and nightmarish dreamscapes, but even then I do feel like there were some things that I may have missed. I loved how the hallucinations had multiple meanings and the metaphors also hid the true story beneath the mental deterioration of the protagonist. This story was dark, Freudian, nightmarish and dreamlike. It felt like experiencing a controlled episode of psychosis, falling slowly through metaphor filled hallucinations, and I’m left deciphering what it all meant. The last chapter was so impactful and cleared up a lot from the nightmarish haze, it felt like a gut punch. This was a different kind of psychological horror, and I think this book is meant for anyone who has wanted a psychological horror film from David Lynch. Despite how bleak the story was overall, I loved how dark and psychological it was and I was never once bored with it. I loved attempting to decipher what really happened and I loved not knowing 100% of it for sure. This book could have easily sent me spiralling had I read it at the wrong time in my life, so I would give a word of caution to those with schizophrenia before reading this book to save it for when they’re at their best. Even though the subject matter was so twisted and was like a dark alternate future of what my own condition could bring me, I’m so glad I read this book, and I’m so glad I read it when I did. It was simultaneously horrific and cathartic.