I feel like I was deceived by all the good reviews for this one. It may partially be because I read it immediately after “Good Morning, Monster,” which was far superior in basically every way, but this was not enjoyable. I think the two main reasons are that the individual anecdotes are too short/lack substance and the author is not as likable.
This feels like a Psychotherapist taking experiences that were memorable for her and condensing them into brief stories, like you would tell a coworker at the end of the day. With the exception of maybe one patient, whose tale was tragic and absolutely life-changing for everyone involved, most of these read like someone pulling you aside and saying, “OMG, you won’t believe what happened to me today!” Maybe I’m exaggerating a little bit, but that last book I read mostly handled the patients with respect and gave each case the attention it deserved, while this one did not by comparison.
The chapter about how the author met her husband, for example, is frankly obnoxious. It reads like a perfect fairytale and sounds like nothing but embellished bragging. Then she proceeds to tell slice of life snippets from her career about working with people from low-income areas, juvenile facilities and drug programs and she talks about them like they’re beneath her, making snide remarks about their intelligence, their life choices and their appearance.
An actual quote from this licensed Psychotherapist about one of her patients: “I guessed he might be slow.” (She goes on to repeat this sentiment a total of four more times in the book, about three different individuals!) I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt and say that maybe she didn’t realize how awkward this sounds, but oof.
Another actual line, from when she first met a new group of ladies that she would be working with: “The scar at her hairline slashed diagonally across her face, leaving a visage Picasso would have loved.” Honestly, if mental health professionals are making fun of the way we look then maybe it’s for the best that I’ve never managed to find “the right fit” when it comes to a therapist. I’ll spare you the part where she practically makes fun of the way a black woman talks! It was UPSETTING.
9 times out of 10 in these anecdotes she passes people along to a more qualified colleague and/or we don’t hear about any sort of conclusion to the story involving her actually helping the person with their problem. She’s snobby, judgmental and strangely rude for a Psychotherapist. It seems as if she keeps most of this to herself when interacting with the patients, but I as the reader was not there to experience any of this so who knows. I can only judge by how the memoir was written and I’m glad to be done with it. Even on Kindle Unlimited I wouldn’t recommend it, personally.