I am afraid reading this book is not going to change your life (unlike the self-help book the author is currently reading, on Adlerian psychology). Instead, she hopes, strangely, in it's morbid ways, that you'll resonate and find comfort in her words.
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AFTERMOT captures a deep (and real) part of the author’s life journey from 2012 through the present, especially during periods of overcast. Throughout the years, apart from the slight change in writing style, you would also noticed how the same hollowness echoes across. A void, a silver pool of sadness, a chasm of nothingness — emptiness, the author wrote a lot about (and in reality, this was usually accompanied by a solo trip overseas where she tries to find herself, and the cyclical cycle repeats). Like what was written, somedays she swim and others she drown. “Escapism”, her therapist called it.

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The author also wrote a lot about “painted skins”. This might just be what her therapist dubbed as “Imposter Syndrome” (which means “feeling as though at any moment you are going to be found out as a phony — like you don't belong where you are, and you only got there through dumb luck”). The author (usually) appears neatly kept and clothed in pretty dresses; she behaves and reacts as what she knew the world would want from her, and it tires her to her bones. This, is the painted skins she writes about. Of cos, memories of different men that came into her life and left with a part of her, that she writes about them too.