Sleepwalking on Words

About the Book

“Letter to my future self Do you remember you once read that every person in this world is one word of a poem, and everyone that leaves too soon - they render the poem incomplete. You gave it an eye roll, knowing the poem was already incomplete. But have you not figured it out yet? You are the one that needs to write that poem. You are supposed to save every word you can and include it twice for everyone who left.” This book holds your hand through the turbulences of depression, making you gasp for breath at times; nevertheless, landing you safe on the other side. “I told you I dream of the ocean so you decided I needed to know what drowning felt like /you are efficient” Take my hand, for you are not alone. I know depression will haunt you still, try to drown you still, but take my words along.. Let them hold you, and allow yourself to just be.

About the Author

Mansi, sixteen, is chaos wrapped in bones she is still trying to make sense of. While mapping the territory of depression and other mental health struggles, she is learning to be proud of her scars..