Wow. Just...wow. And, not the good kind of wow.
I used to listen to Delilah every night when I lived in the Detroit area and its lite rock station carried her 5-hour, calming, often sage, night-time radio show from 6pm-midnight. Delilah took calls and/or read letters from troubled listeners and would offer suggestions and prayers, and then play a song either the listener requested or she deemed appropriate. She never had an unkind or judgmental word to say. Her voice was smooth as melted butter. Delilah was the essence of fireside-chat-with-a-caring-friend radio shows.
I spent an Audiobook credit (meaning, I can't download another for a month without spending money, now) on this book, which gave all appearances and descriptions of being very much like her radio show--just with "some" of her personal life shared.
I did not even get through chapter 1. Why? I am one who has Asperger syndrome ("high-functioning autism") complicated by severe depression and anxiety, and my depression and anxiety are both managed quite well by an SSRI (selective serotonin re-uptake inhibitor) called Paxil. (I take the generic paroxetine.) In this book's first chapter, as labeled by the audio narration (Delilah narrating), she goes into a nearly 15-minute rant that SSRI's are poison, and that they are the poison responsible for her son's death! Even more upsetting is she doesn't give the details of her son's medical history, age, etc., until she finishes her rant; so this book will inevitably become another offshoot of a generalization scare, just like the "vaccines cause autism in chimpanzees" anti-child-vaxxing scare Autism Speaks started. (Sidebar: The Autism Society of America only helps families and guardians and donates to actual neuropsychiatric research facilities.)
I am very sorry she lost her adopted Ghanan son to sickle cell, and I am very sorry she lost her autistic son to suicide. But doing something so irresponsible as telling the world that all SSRI's are poison, cause delusions and hallucinations, and kill people before you tell what actually happened is just unforgivable and unacceptable--especially in this day and age when so many are suffering from mental health issues.
Her son was autistic and had just turned 18. Autistic people develop more slowly than others in unpredictable ways--often several aspects of of our brains. Delilah's son sought counseling while he was away at college, and his parents weren't contacted because he was considered to be an adult. Neither were they consulted when he was prescribed an SSRI (name unknown). All they knew was they got calls that he wasn't going to class--very unlike him--and when he came home for break, he was not the guy they'd known. He didn't clean his environment or help clean anything he'd left unkempt. Before he'd left for college, he'd been an immaculate cleaner--including his room(!)
Somewhere along the way, he started smoking pot, too, and I'm going to bite my tongue on that one because I know too many variations on experiences with it and have never experienced it myself. I will say, though, that if the "friend" with whom he was smoking it was getting either cheap stuff or medical grade, those two qualities of marijuana can have extreme effects on a person with any kind of neurological and/or psychological disorders. Cheap stuff is often laced with other substances to "give it that extra kick," while medical grade is already super-duper heavy-duty strength. It would be like, I'm told, someone who's used to Marlboro Lights bumming a cigarette off someone who smokes Winston Reds.
In summary, if you're an advocate for mental health awareness, this book will likely make you very angry. If you've ever lost a child, steer clear of this book because it's written in a very thoughtless way when it comes to you. Same for anyone who's ever lost a loved one to suicide. Same for the parents or guardians of anyone on the autism spectrum or with any kind of neurological, developmental, or psychiatric disorder. She went about this all wrong, and I don't want you suffering through unnecessary panic for it.
God's peace to you. He is with you and listening whenever you need to talk.