'The new me' is undoubtedly one of the most depressing novels I’ve ever read - but in a way that is refreshingly realistic. Films and books do have a habit of making the depressive romantic, exciting, or thrilling. This novel gives us none of that - instead Butler takes on an intimidating task by weaving together a book that explores tedious monotony, a self-defeatist attitude and a steady decline into depression, all while keeping the readers’ attention. If it manages to catch you, it cuts much deeper than most other texts.
In the spirit of being honest, this isn't a new piece. It's something I wrote a few years ago when I was not okay. It was built on iambic heptameter (but I was loose with it), and it was written to try to describe the constant feeling I had where I felt like I was lying in the gutter and watching everyone else enjoy their lives, and I felt like no-one would be able to help me.