LETTERS WRITTEN IN WHITE by KATHRYN PEREZ

“… in life we never know the battles others are facing. We don’t know the demons they are hiding. Everyone you have ever met is fighting something.”

We’ve never read this Author, we knew nothing about this book nor had we read the synopsis. We thrive on the unknown. We wanted the complete unknown so we began reading…..

“Depression is like water. It finds all of your cracks and trickles in inch by inch.”

The writing is of the most stunning and beautifully poetic perfection; the subject matter honest, true and many aspects so inherently close to every heart beating in the world. Kathryn Perez took a mirror to every single person and asked one thing: find yourself – do you see it? Do you recognise it?

‘The angel of death has spent years seducing me in the name of anxiety-laced depression.’

There’s a grain of self-truth running through every letter and every word written. How do you review a book that exposes various aspects of human nature, thought and feeling in every single one of us – baring our very own souls to the naked eye? We can’t and we won’t. This is not fiction – this is real life – facets of life that has touched us both – as we’ve experienced, are currently living with as well as seeing ourselves in situations depicted through the words in Letters Written in White.

‘Sadness seeped into my veins, and it became a drug I would forever be a slave to.’

It’s been said that we can experience six major emotions in life. We say not so. Emotion is not that simple nor that basic. Emotions are complex, personal, internal as well as external. Emotions can be mixed as well as singular – they can be understood as well as be confusing. In any given situation we can feel a multitude at the exact same time which can be overwhelming and impossible to pin down or rationalise. We are all different. We all have our own demons to slay…..

‘The only thing one needs to remember about pain is what they learned from it, and then you have to let it go.’

Kathryn Perez wrote something we were not prepared for; yet as we wept we felt, we saw and we were reminded ourselves….

‘I wish I had laughed more, played more, hugged more, and I really wish I had just learned to let it all go more.’

*Please note: In the copy we received, the actual story itself finished at 65% with other content relating to the story filling the remainder of the book.