In a network of lines that enlace
20-something Londoner with a tendency toward book ranting.
23 out of 344 pages
"Privately I thought Dr Ross must have referred us to the wrong specialist. Perhaps I should be seeing a cardiologist or neurologist. I wasn't feeling sad, just experiencing painful physical symptoms. The doctor must be wrong."
"All in all (I had) something of a blessed life, not the sort of thing that would suggest depression."
I love the brutal honesty of this book. It's interesting to see Rachel's thought process when hearing the suspected diagnosis of depression, and her belief of what a depressed person should be.
So far, brilliant reading.
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