The book is filled with ridiculous phrases that can sound like a mantra but is actual bullshit.
“Deep down you know it’s not right”
Nope, that’s not how our brain works. Has the author ever hear about childhood trauma? Or any real person? The thing that feels “right” most of the time is what is familiar, and what is familiar is not always good for you. All new things come with discomfort which can feel wrong and very few of us can distinguish what is actually right for us, like being safe and healthy would feel boring and weird for many.
“You might think that trauma is in your head but it’s actually in your body”
Dude, your head is literally a part of your body 🤦🏻♀️ like read a biology textbook once. I see that she’s trying to tell something about somatization of mental illness, but damn phrase it better.
And dozens of that throughout the book, like that your mental health would not get better without organising and cleaning your house (probably she never heard about OCD and coping strategies and personality differences either…). And then she’d elaborate with some pretty sentence which essentially sound like an Instagram quote that people put on a darkened flowery background.
The book is basically a collection of half-correct half-stupid advice on well-being which would have been way more scientifically precise and fun (and more time efficient) to watch on Instagram reels from therapists. It’s readable but the content is repetitive, unoriginal, and vague (you know… “spiritual”) and ultimately rather useless and boring.
I shouldn’t have started a book by an author who wrote something called “the truth about everything”. For real? EVERYTHING?! I tried to find her credentials that would justify her teaching others how to live and she seems like a blogger/influencer coming out of nowhere. The only thing you find on her website in “about me” is how many bestsellers she wrote and tour dates (seriously? Book tours are a thing?) and her Instagram feed.
The mountain metaphor when you listen to how she explains also seems problematic cos she essentially tells the reader that whatever is happening the answer (and the problem) is always yourself. (Singing quietly “it’s meee hi I’m the problem it’s meee”). So you know, if you’re poor and have nowhere to live, it’s you, stop building the mountain and get happy. Or if you’re being held back by depression, it’s still you, cos why the hell wouldn’t you clean up your house and get better? Or if you’re being bullied, stop overreacting, it’s you and your stupid human emotions, let it go! So yeah, sometimes I’m the problem it’s me, but dammit author, at least get a smarter editor.