rom the start I was drawn in to Rachael’s harrowing and, at times, heartbreaking story. From a young age, Rachael experienced a great burden of sadness on her, a sadness she didn’t understand or seem to see in others. By her teenage years, she was self-harming, unable to bear the burden of this depression her body forced on her, and by the time she was in her late teens she had twice attempted to take her own life.
Rachael weaved her story with beautiful prose and clarity, and as I read I wept for the girl who didn’t know why she simply felt so sad all the time. Many school days were spent in tears, and while her home and school were incredibly supportive, she couldn’t throw off the weight of the pain in her soul. She began to disassociate from people and situations, developing coping mechanisms in order to try and get through the day.
It’s not one of those triumphant stories of victory, all fixed up lives and nothing but light on the horizon. But it resonates with me so much more for that.
Read this book. It’s beautifully written, heartrending and positive at once. It will help you develop more understanding of what it feels like to live in a world tainted and weighed down with depression, and it will leave you with a sense of hope and life as you walk this journey with Rachael.