Perhaps maybe my expectations were the reason I didn't like this as much as I was expecting too.

This collection of poems and personal essay centered around Bee's mental health issues.

Perhaps at the beginning I was expecting something deeply personal and devastating which I didn't get. While certainly this is a collection that has a lot of love and strength put into it, it didn't connect with me the way I expected.

My person favourite parts of the collection was "the night I burnt my suicide note" and "I am dying even though I'm alive." Perhaps this was because I related to these sections deeply and they reflected my own thoughts and feeling at times through my journey with mental illness.

With poetry and essays not everything resonates with everyone and I guess aside from those 2 nothing else did on a level that would have made me feel a type on kinship.

Though despite that, maybe from the perspective of someone who does not suffer from mental health issues this would make them feel different. As much as this is a personal and visceral piece if writing I can't help but feel that this was not meant for me. That doesn't mean that I would not recommend it though because I absolutely would.