I did not like this book very much.

I did not like this book very much.

Haig describes his descent into depression but doesn’t really interrogate himself beyond saying he was an anxious child. He has a phobia of taking medication, so is dismissive towards it usefulness. As far as I can tell from the book, he never consults a doctor or therapist for help– although he does quote from the NHS and describe his “diagnoses” so I assume he had medical attention at some point. His prescriptions for getting himself better? Writing, reading, traveling (to foreign countries is best), and running. 

Most importantly, he only mentions his girlfriend/wife in the briefest of terms to describe her as the crutch that keeps him sane– at some point, his separation anxiety is so acute, he can’t be separated from her for even a few hours for fear of a panic attack. Yet this woman, so integral to his well-being, is barely fleshed out in the book. I have no idea what she even looks like. She appears to exist only for her usefulness in his recovery.