This isn't it, y'all. It's a memoir about what sounds like legitimately devastating mental illness, but it's written by someone who seems to epitomize useless leftist man. (You know it's not great when the author's Wikipedia page only has three paragraphs, and one of them is the time he got canceled on Twitter for attempting to incite political riots.)
 
It's not an inclusive book. The author kept trying to make a point about how race and privilege are important vectors for health outcomes in mental illness. But the author was (I uncharitably assumed for useless leftist man reasons) seemingly unable to actually use the word "race," so instead the book euphemistically referred to someone from "south Chicago" and made a few tepid points about privilege, without actually talking about white privilege or the way police violence disproportionately effects people of color, especially Black people, with mental illnesses.

It reminds me of the quote asking leftist men who's doing the dishes after the revolution. It's not an inclusive book-- it can't talk about race, it *won't* talk about gender (the book seldom references women, except for one chapter, where it aggressively cites women, presumably to 'even things out.') The forward compares the author to Anne Sexton, and I couldn't shake the memory that Anne Sexton was famously very, very abusive to the people in her life, including her children.

Anyway, I obviously do not recommend this book. If you want to read more effect takes on similar themes, I would recommend the podcast "The Monsters We Create" (also about schizoaffective disorder), "I Want to Die But I Want to Eat Tteokbokki" (Baek Sehee), and heck, even "Girl, Interrupted," by Susanna Kaysen, which this memoir references.