I literally do not know how to describe this book. I happened to see it in someone else’s read list and was intrigued. A book about CPTSD that wasn’t telling me all the things I’m doing wrong, say less. I grew up in a household that would be considered abusive. I did a great deal of healing on my own, sometimes even voluntarily. This book pointed a big spotlight on parts of my life I thought I’d worked through. It didn’t show me that I had work left to do though, it showed me how far I’ve grown as a human. At times this is hard to read. It was definitely triggering, so be forewarned. What Foo suffered at the hands of her parents was reprehensible. She’s managed to come through the other side, battle scars on full display and somehow with a sense of humor that isn’t straight gallows. She’s incredible, and I am now a huge admirer. Thank you for writing a book about CPTSD that showed there’s a side to it that isn’t hopeless hot mess.