Friedman skillfully illuminates the shame-based thought loops that undermine so many women’s self-esteem, revealing her innermost emotions to readers as she describes her paralyzing insecurities and use of drugs to numb her feelings. When romantic relationships end, Friedman struggles with self-blame, scrutinizing her own faults while turning a blind eye to her partners’ red flags. That sense of guilt for never measuring up eventually drives her escape to Costa Rica on a yoga retreat, where she tastes her first-ever “psychedelic experience,” hearing a family friend’s voice remind her that being born is reason enough to finally accept herself, flaws and all: “The voice told me there was nothing I needed to do to earn… the right to be here” she writes.

The narrative resounds with Friedman’s lush travels and educative anecdotes on her use of psychedelic substances, though it carries a word of caution as well—guidance and moderation is key. "I don't think your drug use is problematic. I think it's symptomatic," her therapist concludes, encouraging Friedman to discern the root causes of her anxieties. Her vulnerability is inspiring, and she closes with a call to action for conservative, measured use of psychedelics for “healing [and] spiritual growth.”

Takeaway: Kaleidoscopic roller-coaster ride toward loving oneself.

Comparable Titles: Rachel Hollis's Girl Wash Your Face, Daniel Pinchbeck's Breaking Open the Head.

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