Nagata Kabi’s struggle with depression, self harm, and an eating disorder mimic my own chaotic twenties. But, as she describes in this manga, Kabi found the only cure to depression I have ever truly believed in: self love. For Kabi, it was facing her repressed sexual desires for women. But that was only the impetus, for her love hotel experience inspired her to begin writing about herself, and that work took off into a whirlwind of success. How ironic to be reading the very manga that allowed for her personal growth?