Jansi—an attorney, epidemiologist, wife, daughter, and mother of two—is a South Asian woman “swimming against a relentless current.” Caught between her demanding career, aging father, hypercritical mother, two teenage sons, and a hollow marriage, Jansi finds each day passing in a blur of anxiety. She barely even has a moment to look inward—not that she would want to, if it means disturbing the fragile sarcophagus of her buried memories. After a particularly fateful phone call, however, Jansi feels her “quiet tether of control” snap, and she plummets into a glass of wine and a handful of pills. When she comes to, Jansi finds herself staring at the prospect of six to eight weeks in a mental hospital. Even scarier than the idea of challenging “the stigma surrounding therapy in the Indian community” is the idea of finding herself. Supported by her beloved cousin, her therapist, and a “scheduled mix of group therapy, art classes, and mindfulness sessions,” Jansi “step[s] toward reclaiming her life from the shadows of loss.” The narrative seamlessly interweaves Jansi’s present with her past, gliding between the mental facility and her childhood home in New York City. Through therapy sessions and frequent journaling, Jansi reckons with issues of abandonment, inadequacy, and abuse that color her memories of childhood, in addition to the relationships and events that make up her present. (Abruptly removed from her home in India at 6 years old, Jansi moved to the United States to be with her parents and seemingly flawless older sister.) Adusumilli depicts Jansi’s therapy arc with detail and delicacy; her moments of reflection are tragic, brave, and satisfying. The characters (especially Jansi’s mother) are, for the most part, complex and captivating. They exist in the very real gray areas of life, and readers will be able to relate. Lovers of personal and thoughtful literature will delight in Jansi’s journey of self-discovery.