Simultaneously a memoir, a series of case-studies, a confession and a hall of mirrors, A K Benjamin’s Let Me Not Be Mad takes the reader on a twisting psychological journey through madness, love and self-destruction.
A room with two people in it. One of them is talking, the other is listening. Both of them need help.
Written from a uniquely affecting and involved perspective, this is a story that begins somewhere familiar – the consulting room – but ends somewhere utterly unexpected.
Through a series of intense encounters with minds on the brink, it shows how fine the line is between strange behaviour and catastrophic illness, between truth and fantasy. Then it shows what it’s like to cross that line, leaving a trail of destruction in one’s wake.
It is a book about confronting the truth of who we are and what we have done. But it’s also about confronting the darkness in us all, driving millions of us to distraction and collapse.
In pursuit of its author’s secrets, you will be led through a hall of mirrors; a labyrinth of stories that pin you with their energy and emotion.
Along the way, you will discover that all too often madness, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.