Sitting here tonight, I am so wrenched by its straightforward and unblinking look at mental illness and addiction--and the slow, sometimes quiet agony of those left behind after a suicide. I feel like I can't put in writing my thoughts about a particular scene that has just hit me like a punch in the gut. It's so obvious that it's almost dumb to write it, but here it is: this ache never really goes away.
Grateful for works of art that honor the memories of those we've lost and those who have endured, and that make us feel less alone.
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