I remembered the meme I hosted for the first half of April, and Samantha Schutz's I Don't Want To Be Crazy is a book that I would like to dedicate to myself. Haha. I am no stranger to anxiety and panic attacks, but mine does not hold candle in terms of gravity to Samantha's (this being a memoir of sorts).
Reading this feels like reading a normal teenage girl's journal. A normal teenage girl with anxiety disorder, to be more specific. (more than 19 million American adults and more than one in ten children and adolescents have an anxiety disorder according to United States Surgen General) But sometimes though one would want to read the journal of a normal teenage girl with anxiety disorder, who writes prose with potency. To clarify it's not that the content isn't powerful, because it is. You will know that it is indeed straight from the heart, in it's honesty and clarity in the depiction of anxiety disorder, that only those who actually experience it, can do. The pounding in your chest, that feeling of being on the edge, the emptiness, the fullness, the statis, the indecision, the dread, the anticipation and the insurmountable number of fears. There are plenty of heart wrenching moments, the level of which could have reached ten fold had there been more punch to the prose. This being a verse novel, I wanted more metaphors, more drama and music in the words and sentences. But still honesty trumps prose in my opinion. And honest, this book is.
This story helps ease the stigma surrounding mental illness, which really, is like any other disease, and it cannot be done away with a keep calm and carry on quote. And ultimately, the author in revealing her condition, sort of says to those with the same illness, that you are not alone, and you are not alone in this, as brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand, hold your hand..that's Timshell by Mumford and Sons. LOL. Sorry, sabog na. *drops dead from exhaustion* XD