Her anecdotes are humorous, heartfelt, and supremely captivating, recounted with the passion of a true survivor and the acerbic wit of a weathered, street-wise New Yorker. despite the issues i have with the book, i still would recommend readers give it a try because this honestly felt like free therapy to me. A whole group of essays concludes the book, and this is the best material -- personal, honest, beautiful. However, life is the container that holds both sadness and happiness, providing a sense of comfort and joy. I think one of the most important lessons that I learned from this book is that there is only one "you" in this world, and you are special in your own way, regardless of what happens.

Throughout her account of this kooky, messed-up, enviable, and often thrilling life, her humility (her sons "are true miracles, considering the gene pool") never fails her.

I’m glad the author had a relatively easy time understanding and working through her issues, but it didn’t feel very real to me unfortunately.

ads and the overall millenial movement of Canva-concocted pastel infographs that parrot pretty nothings. So while this might touch Korean audiences, American audiences might shrug off the content and decide that it’s something they’ve seen before. Although she didn’t shy away from revealing the difficult and dark parts of her experiences, and herself, she also filled this book with so much light. Diriku adalah sesuatu yang butuh istirahat sesaat sambil menarik napas panjang atau terkadang butuh cambukan agar bisa bergerak ke depan.The literal Ctrl+C of the discussions you have with your psychiatrist do not hold any literary merit, which surprises me and puts into question the validity of creative writing courses in Korea.