Spoilers ahead, probably.
I hate doing reviews on my phone, but if I don't do it now I may never get around to reviewing this mess of a memoir. I am deeply sorry for this man's loss of his daughter, Marley. The way in which it occurred, in some way connected with his mother, adds greatly to the anguish of the situation. Overall, though, I'm not sure his redemption story offers much to any reader seeking a way forward through pain and loss. He immerses himself in work, antidepressants and booze-- lots and lots of booze. He deadens his feelings and tries to kill his harrowing dreams almost every night. He has a wife and two stepdaughters who need him, but he just checks out on humans and transfers his protective instincts toward bears. I certainly appreciate the deep healing power of nature and doing something that gives one's life purpose, but I believe family takes precedence over career. He uses words like 'gods,' 'Creator (they/them pronoun, it seems)' and some native American terminology to whatever he gives credit for helping him turn his life around.
The main problem with this book is it is dangerous to a recovering alcoholic. For example, when he and his wife move to a new home, he writes about an idyllic future, in which he will be using a small cabin on the property as his writer's/ editor's retreat. "There would be evenings spent by the toasty woodstove, reading Keats and sipping Irish whiskey while the kids played outside..." This is easily recognizable as the alcoholic's desire to drink 'normally.' Maybe that's not the truth for Brad Orsted, but that seems so classic a trait. I almost think he put it that way on purpose to drive the point of his addiction home.
There is more that bothers me about this journey, but it's his journey. I got it. I will only add that I wish he had told Marley's story in one chapter, especially as there is no real resolution.
On the plus side, I am happy that Orsted found his life's work and that it involves fighting for grizzlies and wild things.