I want to have actual sex with this book. I just love it so much. Melissa Broder elevates vulnerability to another level: she writes about her vomit fetish, getting high off of people, her anxiety and depression, and more. This essay collection captures what I appreciate most about creative nonfiction - through exposing her deepest and darkest doubts and dismays with unrelenting self-absorption and style, Broder highlights that it is okay to be human, to be fucked up and to keep on living anyway.In the spirit of spilling secrets, a couple of things that make me #sosadtoday:1) I am completely and unhealthfully obsessed with a man I met on the internet. This man has not messaged me back for a long time. As a feminist, I despise myself for wanting his attention.2) My trauma has been awful this week. I canceled two hours of work today so I could see my therapist. Despite my decent list of achievements and my almost flawless work ethic, this one instance of asking for help makes me want to vomit.You could call this self-indulgent, vain, even self-obsessed. But I think we should obsess over ourselves sometimes. We live in a world so bent on shaming people for pain, which leads us to cope in unhealthful ways - drugs, unsafe sex, etc. The unfortunate truth that Melissa Broder reveals in So Sad Today: we all experience pain. Sometimes we experience pain because a catastrophe strikes, because of a huge social injustice that makes us want to revolt. Sometimes we experience pain because a guy doesn't text us back. Both are valid. Both are real.Once we recognize our pain and our sadness, we can choose how to cope. Broder does so through writing, through her poetry and her Twitter account. I intend to do the same, to write with honesty and compassion. Just like Broder does with so much blunt sophistication, I want to throw my voice into the fray: to prove that we are not alone in our pain.