Why this book exists
A focused place to understand what is happening
For three weeks, Iker did not really sleep, and he did not think he needed to. He felt magnificent. Ideas came faster than he could write them down, and all of them seemed brilliant; he started four projects, spent money he did not have, talked so fast that friends struggled to follow, and felt, for the first time in years, completely, gloriously alive. He was not, he would have insisted, unwell. He was finally himself, finally free of the grey weight that had dragged at him for so long. And then, without warning, the floor gave way, and he fell, not back to normal but far below it, into a depression so total that he could not get out of bed. In the wreckage of that crash, he heard two words that would reorganise his whole understanding of his life.
The writing is designed to reduce shame, bring the underlying pattern into view and give you practical ways to respond without pretending that every life follows the same formula.
