The emotional dissonance Kabi felt in both loving and resenting her family, how that sent her into a spiraling depression, trying desperately to find out what she needs in life to be happy, striving for it but not realizing her happiness, and coming to these tiny realizations about herself and her life, but being unable to do anything initially, and then finally achieving something that resembles independence and a hope for being loved and being able to love in return - all of it resonated so deeply with me. A big part of me wants this story to be a work of fiction because it hits so close to home, and I’m somewhat afraid of what the next volume will bring. However, I’m rooting so hard for Kabi, and myself by proxy, and I want to find out if she somehow makes it to a place that resembles happiness, or if her struggle will just continue. ( )

I think we all just wanna hug her, and then pinch her. Like, with nails. It's nice to catch up with her and her honesty and see how she's learned. It's weird to read about her writing what I'm reading, and it feels so present and close; weirdly, the most 'real' feeling nonfic I've read? It's like a direct conversation. ( )

Starts slow and a little frustrating, but that frustration—with someone who can reflect on their struggle but not extract themselves from it—was good for me to sit with, because it goes somewhere good and insightful. ( )

Wow same ( )

Ah shit, this is so good.

I loved My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness and basically finished it in one go. I also loved this one, but I very deliberately read it bit by bit, spread out over several days.

What I expected was, I don't know, more escort agency experiences maybe? But that's not what this volume is about. Instead, it struck me right in the feels with images for depression, for loneliness, with discussions of emotionally abusive parents and what it means to get away from them.

I cried a lot towards the end. I really hadn't expected this to be so relatable. ( )