Originally I called bullshit, but I checked out a memoir from a woman who has it, too. The teen's mother has it, and has been sick for a very long time.

This book purports to tackle the serious issue of a rare, severe, and severely misunderstood mental illness: post-partum psychosis. There's no showing, barely any telling, and I was unhappy. Had to state it twice, since it's true and anyway, this book -loves- stating things multiple times like it somehow showed it all beforehand. NOT EVEN INSTA-LOVE BECAUSE THERE'S NOTHINGGGG. It's not even insta-love, because THERE IS NOTHING SHOWING THAT. Nelson just dumps quotes and references to off-page stuff in our laps and expects us to buy it. But you do, so can you explain to me? No. One line that was repeated was, 'Well, you know Nix.' Well, good for you, because I, the reader, do not, so I have no idea why he does things. The characters are woefully underdeveloped, there's little to no plot, the flashbacks are useless and take up half the novel, Nelson can't convincingly write children, and there's a nonverbal autistic student in here for no reason. On second read, all these years later, this book is boring and melodramatic as shit. Now.I have a lot more life experience and am a more critical reader. Gonna read it!' I was glued to the book back then, and I thought it was a great portrayal of all the issues it presented. I was surprised all over again when I saw it now, on my goodreads feed. I didn't make the connection that the two works were written by the same author at all, and was surprised when I figured it out, all those years ago. I'd previously read 'Teach Me,' about a high school teacher preying on one of his students but it's from her POV and portrayed as totes okay guys, since she turns eighteen.

Breathe My Name by R.A. Nelson