We talk about mental health in whispers, when it really deserves a spotlight.
This book is honest about how fragile the mind can feel — and how that fragility isn’t weakness, just humanity. It doesn’t preach “positivity” or glamorise struggle. It gives tools: recognising patterns, asking for help, coping without shame.
What stood out most was how it frames mental health like fitness. You don’t wait to fall sick to start caring for your body — why wait for collapse to care for your mind?
There are chapters about anxiety, burnout, depression, trauma — but they’re rooted in empathy, not diagnosis. It reads like someone quietly sitting with you in the dark, holding a torch, showing the way out.
It made me rethink what strength looks like.
Maybe it isn’t pushing through silently.
Maybe it’s choosing to survive — loudly, tenderly, daily.
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