What got me the most was how silent pain was portrayed. The whole pretending-you’re-fine thing, pushing people away, acting like nothing affects you when internally you’re literally falling apart… yeah. That hit a little too close to home at times. I found myself relating to Eden in ways I wasn’t expecting, not necessarily through the exact same experiences, but through the emotions ,the numbness, the anger, the confusion, the feeling of becoming someone you barely recognize.
And the writing? So raw. No sugarcoating, no trying to make trauma look “pretty.” It was uncomfortable, heavy, and sometimes honestly hard to read… but in the best way possible. Some chapters genuinely made me stop for a second because damn… that line, that scene, that feeling... it just got it.
This isn’t the kind of book you “enjoy” in a fun way. It’s the kind of book you feel. The kind that quietly breaks something in you while also making you feel seen.
Definitely not an easy read, but one I’m glad I experienced. 5/5, even if it emotionally wrecked me a little.