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A review by doogsley
Something in the Woods Loves You by Jarod K. Anderson
challenging
dark
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
reflective
medium-paced
4.75
i slowly flowed through this book over the course of three months, picking it up intermittently, waiting for the pull to reenter this mystical, gentle, viscerally honest space.
every time i reentered anderson’s affirmative prose, it was exactly what i needed to hear, eerily resonant to my current lived experience, a mirror of a conversation held with my partner, a continuation of deep thoughts i stored away for a kinder moment.
this is a must-read for anyone who lives alongside depression. it’s vulnerable in the best ways, where i felt naked before its words. i must have over 100 highlighted sections. endless gentle wisdom for the wounded soul. i’ve been struggling with depressive and anxious flare-ups for a few months now, mirrors of my younger days that i thought were managed and soothed. it’s nice to read a book that reminds me that healing is never linear.
it may be a little intense for those in the throes of ideation and inner-drowning, but there is such a softness in the aesops and his path to recovery. a lot of anderson’s healing is rooted in choosing magic and kindness, trying over and over again, choosing community (in both humans and the earth) and staying reverent towards the subtle glory of Life Itself, despite the horrors.
i am swept up. i will read this over and over again throughout my little life. and i will continue to choose whimsy, mushrooms, spinning under the moon, and seeing myself in the eyes of caterpillars.
“maybe this isn’t a time for ideal, i thought. maybe it’s a time to learn to love the mess.” 🪻
every time i reentered anderson’s affirmative prose, it was exactly what i needed to hear, eerily resonant to my current lived experience, a mirror of a conversation held with my partner, a continuation of deep thoughts i stored away for a kinder moment.
this is a must-read for anyone who lives alongside depression. it’s vulnerable in the best ways, where i felt naked before its words. i must have over 100 highlighted sections. endless gentle wisdom for the wounded soul. i’ve been struggling with depressive and anxious flare-ups for a few months now, mirrors of my younger days that i thought were managed and soothed. it’s nice to read a book that reminds me that healing is never linear.
it may be a little intense for those in the throes of ideation and inner-drowning, but there is such a softness in the aesops and his path to recovery. a lot of anderson’s healing is rooted in choosing magic and kindness, trying over and over again, choosing community (in both humans and the earth) and staying reverent towards the subtle glory of Life Itself, despite the horrors.
i am swept up. i will read this over and over again throughout my little life. and i will continue to choose whimsy, mushrooms, spinning under the moon, and seeing myself in the eyes of caterpillars.
“maybe this isn’t a time for ideal, i thought. maybe it’s a time to learn to love the mess.” 🪻