The author's career in psychiatry mirrored mine in psychiatric nursing so this book brought back vivid memories of what the bleak back wards were like, bleak in culture as well as the buildings. Linda is a brilliant writer and obviously a passionate and excellent psychiatrist. She brings all those skills to bear in this book with the ongoing story of her own struggles with low mood and what she courageously comes close to defining as traits of Borderline Personality Disorder. Of course there are thousands of people who work in mental health who have a PD but there are not many who would admit it. I really love her careful, compassionate yet somewhat dispassionate style in relation to herself and her anonymised patients. Again it is refreshing that she has never been ashamed to see herself as just as mixed up a human being as her patients are. I cannot fault her writing; precise, poetic at times, spare, very well constructed and compelling. My only tiny criticism is that I wish she did not big the depression up in the title as it led me to expect a misery memoir and this book is so much more than that.