I have anxiety. And I think this is important to state when writing this review, for depending on whether you yourself have anxiety, know someone who has it or just want to know more about it, you will understand this book differently.
I suffer from GAD and (as is described in this book) "pure O" OCD. This means I worry a lot about everyday things and have intrusive thoughts though without the compulsive behavior problems. It started roughly around two years ago, 1/3 of the way through High School (in Denmark), though I suspect it has been building up a long time beforehand. It came out of nowhere like a terrible wave of dread. I still remember that night clear as day. I remember the entire summer. I thought I was going insane and was looking up all kinds of crap online. Or, mostly crap. Because then I stumbled onto the term "Anxiety disorder".
To all who suffer from anxiety - this book gets you. Or at least it got me. For while my anxiety has never been so terrible as that of Eleanor Morgan, she is so very good at getting out the message that each anxiety is different from person to person. I was and still am very lucky to have a caring family who will always support me. But it's still tough, because they just don't Get It. Nobody really Gets It. Maybe they will begin to, if I recommend them this book.
I want to share something I discovered in here with you. Morgan is telling us about Sam and his first panic attack.
"Sam had heard about panic attacks before, but didn't associate anything he knew with how he was feeling in the car park. 'This was like I was physically ill,' he says. 'I didn't hyperventilate or feel my heart going or anything; it was all temperature, head and stomach.'"
All my life, I've had an upset stomach (just like the author herself and many other sufferes of anxiety have), especially after eating a large meal at dinnertime. Then one night, when I was about ten, it got bad. I was cold sweating, puls racing, feeling so ill I cried all night. I've had them since, many times. One or two times seriously considering calling an ambulance or running my head into a wall for some sort of release. The doctors always told me nothing was wrong with me. Never before, until I read this book, that specific page, did I consider these panic attacks. I always thought they would be physically painful, like a headache or a bruise, not "just" an indisposition. I felt like crying when reading is. I felt like I had an answer to something that has been and still is a terrible weight in my life.
I recommend this book to all, but especially to you who have trouble and need help. Admitting, after the longest summer in my entire life, that I needed to talk to someone, was the best thing I ever did.