"But the thing about labels is, they're useful when they're right because," I carried on through her attempt at interruption, "because then you don't give yourself the wrong ones, like difficult or insane, or psychotic or a bad wife." From now on, I may just refer commenters to this book instead of trying to explain my problem with the neurotypical Theo's anti-label, anti-diagnosis stance for his clearly neurodivergent son. It felt like a healing balm after I had such a negative reaction to the widely-loved Bewilderment. Sorrow and Bliss is, essentially, about mental illness, the debilitating and relationship-destroying effect it can have on a person's life, and the importance of a correct diagnosis and treatment plan. I admit this list needs a catchier title. Sorrow and Bliss is the latest addition to the short list of "books that make me feel like laughing and crying in equal measure". Eleanor Oliphant is one that did it for me. It's not often that books this charming and irreverently funny are also as sad, moving and hard-hitting. “Everything is broken and messed up and completely fine.
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