😭😭😭 Holy shit. 

It's fine. I'm fine.

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Coming back to write this after I finished crying.

I did struggle through the first half of the book. It was a lot of her going into her family history with little breaks walking through her days in the facility. It wasn't until about the 50% mark, when she begins recounting her pregnancy, birth, and events leading up to her hospitalization that the story really came together. 

I realize now that her details regarding her childhood and family really informed her interactions with them during/after her hospitalization - specifically with her father and brother. So in hindsight, the first portion of the book makes sense. 

As someone who dealt with postpartum depression, a lot of the experiences and emotions that the author describes hit home in a really visceral way. It also really makes me angry thinking about the way the American healthcare system has little regard for postpartum care.  

This is a wonderful and heart wrenching read if you have the spoons.