I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M NOT DEAD by Kendra Petty
This book is a record of the misfortunes and trials of life, of the author as well as all those with whom she grew. Initially, it speaks of a mother with an unstable mind with a chorus of demons in her head. Who also has a penchant for violence and drama, where the daughter is always at the receiving end. What follows is a list of family disasters, including the agony of losing her brother. Then comes separation of her parents, both of them finding new marriage partners. Her life continues with her mother and stepdad, whose religious enthusiasm is complete and utter mania with doctrines of fear, damnation, and punishment.
She moves to New York, gets a job as a nanny and begins hobnobbing with the children of the rich. She flirts with a career in managing, a go at lesbian alliances and entertainments, and forays into wild friendships, featuring sex and drugs. Her job takes her to many cities, and she climbs up the managerial ladder. In San Fransisco, she enters into a gay marriage, soon to be followed by marital violence. An unending stream of health issues then arrive, posing an even greater challenge.
The narration retains both suspense and horror, while giving words to a large bunch of traumas and tragedies. I found, in all those wild experiences, mostly with a sumptuous supply of drugs, the description of personal compulsions and issues stand out, evoking sympathy from the reader - and that includes me. As can be expected, one will find in this book, a shining one, who used the phenomenal vastness of her experiences to build, grow, and become stronger.
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