Reviews

As the eldest immigrant daughter, this book felt like my own reflection. The pressure to hold everything together, to perform perfection while falling apart inside, it’s all here. Reading Gabriela’s story reminded me I’m not alone in my struggle. It’s high time we speak honestly about mental health and survival.

I’ve lived with bipolar disorder for years and rarely see it portrayed without shame or spectacle. All the Pills I Swallow captures the quiet work of recovery, the meds, the therapy, the showing up. Gabriela writes with empathy and truth.

I came to this book during a depressive episode, unsure if I could keep going. Gabriela’s story gave me language for my pain, and hope that healing doesn’t have to be linear. Reading her words felt like having a friend who gets it, who says, “You’re not broken. You’re alive.”

This memoir changed how I understand recovery. I used to think healing had to look perfect or inspiring, but Gabriela shows it as a series of small, steady choices to stay. Her writing is raw and tender, and it made me feel less alone in my own healing journey.