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“I had lost confidence and a sense of self. Who am I? Am I a person who cowers in fear at the back of a spin class, avoiding everyone’s gaze? This uncertainty about who I am, this confusion over where I truly was in the time line of my illness and recovery, was ultimately the deeper source of the shame. A part of my soul believed that I would never be myself, the carefree, confident Susannah, again.”

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Brain on Fire: My Month of Madness

This memoir takes readers on a personal journey through the author's descent into a mysterious illness that initially appears to be a mental breakdown. The narrative explores the challenges of misdiagnosis, the impact on personal relationships, and the eventual discovery of a rare autoimmune disease. The book offers a candid look at the complexities of medical diagnosis and the resilience of the human spirit. more

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Susannah Cahalan
Susannah Cahalan

Susannah Cahalan is an American author born in 1985. She gained fame for writing 'Brain on Fire', a book about her own experience with a rare neurological disease called anti-NMDA receptor encephalitis. more

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