Oh god I feel like a cynic as everyone seems to love this but I found myself skipping whole paragraphs just to see if anything actually interesting was going on.
This felt so simplistically sanctimonious and virtuous. The message felt laboured almost like being lectured and yet all fathomed out of some ridiculous unrealistic narrative. We get it - life’s about choices. Thank you. Author would just jump through sections that he didn’t feel like describing, so you were left with random gaps in the description.
As someone who has been very close to suicide (sibling) I felt that his attempt at fixing a life here by shifting perception is downplaying what major depression is really like.
Just can’t finish it. I’m finding it painful to read.