I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki

I hesitate to critique this memoir/therapy recounting because the subject matter is so personal. 
I think the title is an attention grabber, I think the cover is stunning. I admire the choice to be so vulnerable and the aim to share such experience with others who may be going through it, but even as short as it is, the writing felt simultaneously both banal and disjointed to the point that I had trouble staying engaged long enough to finish. 

I sincerely hope it finds those who could find it inspiring, I'm hoping it was a positive catharsis for the author, but I'm also really hoping nobody reads it as a replacement for getting their own therapy/treatment plan. 
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