'On a subject that has in fact been written, sung and talked about extensively, Meijer manages to avoid all clichés. The Limits of my Language shows, despite the title, what language is capable of'Trouw (five stars) Much has been written about the treatment of depression, but relatively little about its meaning. In this strikingly original book, Eva Meijer weaves her own experiences and the insights of thinkers from Freud to Foucault and Woolf into a moving and incisive evocation of the condition. She explores how depression can make us grow out of shape over time, like a twisted tree, how we can sometimes remould ourselves in conversation with others, and how to move on from our darkest thoughts. The Limits of My Language is both a razor-sharp analysis of depression and a steadfast search for the things great and small - from philosophy and art to walking a dog or sitting quietly with a cat - that make our lives worth living.

"Blessedly reflective" - Financial Times

"On a subject that has in fact been written, sung and talked about extensively, Meijer manages to avoid all clichés. The Limits of my Language shows, despite the title, what language is capable of" - Trouw (five stars)

"A truly noteworthy and poignant essay with a perfect balance between the personal and the scientific... A story of suffering, but also of life" - Avans

"A welcome addition to works such as Darkness Visible by William Styron, and The Noonday Demon by Andrew Solomon. Especially because Meijer tells us how she has learned to work and live with her depression" - Artsenkrant