“What’s the slope of the line?”
“Um.” I couldn't remember the answer.
“Positive. And what does that mean?”
“Um.” I moved my arm upward, indicating progress.
“Right. Getting better every day.” (138 Cahalan).
This section of script went far beyond the pages of Susannah’s book; it came to life for me. As a personal connection, I left my little home in Horsham, Pennsylvania, where I had just laid some unsettling news on my mother. Secrets are the paradox of honesty, which is why I saw such insanity in telling my mother the truth. But, after close examination of this quote, I knew exactly what I had to tell her; that I was gay. Homosexuality became my identity, just like NMDA became hers. From my outing, the slope of the line was in fact, …show more content…
In the beginning, she started as a member of the New York Post, who then became overwhelmed by the obsessive feeling towards the infliction of a bed bug. This obsession turned into the numbness of her hand which was the beginning of her self annihilation. Shortly after losing all appetite, Cahalan lost her ability to keep balance while standing or wondering longingly. With this condition, she adopted the unsteadiness around bright colors; New York City. With the continuation of reading, the “lost time” was surely introduced with the capacity of hallucinations and …show more content…
She is a hero, an inspiration, and a born again activist of selflessness. Her book allowed me to read, highlight, and learn internal and external knowledge. I was more than appreciative that a psychological book was the student’s summer reading assignment. Brain On Fire solidified my future goal; to be a psychiatrist. With the continuous goosebumps, and the inability to close the novel, I absorbed her story. I have been prompted to take the lessons, guidance, and perseverance into my own life. The prominent story of Cahalan had me diagnosing and analyzing her story and medical well-being along the way. I undoubtedly enjoyed and involved myself in this memoir and fully respect and honor Susannah Cahalan’s revival to
“Um.” I couldn't remember the answer.
“Positive. And what does that mean?”
“Um.” I moved my arm upward, indicating progress.
“Right. Getting better every day.” (138 Cahalan).
This section of script went far beyond the pages of Susannah’s book; it came to life for me. As a personal connection, I left my little home in Horsham, Pennsylvania, where I had just laid some unsettling news on my mother. Secrets are the paradox of honesty, which is why I saw such insanity in telling my mother the truth. But, after close examination of this quote, I knew exactly what I had to tell her; that I was gay. Homosexuality became my identity, just like NMDA became hers. From my outing, the slope of the line was in fact, …show more content…
In the beginning, she started as a member of the New York Post, who then became overwhelmed by the obsessive feeling towards the infliction of a bed bug. This obsession turned into the numbness of her hand which was the beginning of her self annihilation. Shortly after losing all appetite, Cahalan lost her ability to keep balance while standing or wondering longingly. With this condition, she adopted the unsteadiness around bright colors; New York City. With the continuation of reading, the “lost time” was surely introduced with the capacity of hallucinations and …show more content…
She is a hero, an inspiration, and a born again activist of selflessness. Her book allowed me to read, highlight, and learn internal and external knowledge. I was more than appreciative that a psychological book was the student’s summer reading assignment. Brain On Fire solidified my future goal; to be a psychiatrist. With the continuous goosebumps, and the inability to close the novel, I absorbed her story. I have been prompted to take the lessons, guidance, and perseverance into my own life. The prominent story of Cahalan had me diagnosing and analyzing her story and medical well-being along the way. I undoubtedly enjoyed and involved myself in this memoir and fully respect and honor Susannah Cahalan’s revival to