Lukach's writing is more descriptive than reflective, which isn't something I look for in a memoir. There is a lot of privilege that isn't ever acknowledged, and I'm not saying it has to be but it would have elevated this memoir to a new level if some of the writing went beyond writing about the experience itself. The reason I picked up this book was to get some wisdom on supporting someone in the psych ward, but I think I mostly got retriggered. Please take care if you're someone who's very affected by this topic.