I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki: A Memoir
By Baek Sehee and Anton Hur
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PSYCHIATRIST: So how can I help you?
ME: I don't know, I'm-what's the word-depressed? Do I have to go into detail?
Baek Sehee is a successful young social media director at a publishing house when she begins seeing a psychiatrist about her-what to call it?-depression? She feels persistently low, anxious, endlessly self-doubting, but also highly judgmental of others. She hides her feelings well at work, but the effort is exhausting, overwhelming, and keeps her from forming deep relationships. This can't be normal. But if she's so hopeless, why can she always summon a desire for her favorite street food: the hot, spicy rice cake, tteokbokki? Is this just what life is like?
Recording her dialogues with her psychiatrist over a twelve-week period, and expanding on each session with her own reflective micro-essays, Baek begins to disentangle the harmful behaviors that keep her locked in a cycle of self-abuse. Part memoir, part self-help book, I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki is a book to keep close and to reach for in times of darkness.
Baek Sehee
Born in 1990, Baek Sehee studied creative writing in university before working for five years at a publishing house. For ten years, she received psychiatric treatment for dysthymia (persistent mild depression), which became the subject of her essays, and then I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki, books one and two. Her favorite food is tteokbokki, and she lives with her rescue dog Jaram.
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Reviews for I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5One woman's account of going to therapy to get help for the low grade depression she's lived with for a large part of her life. Told in part in transcripts of the therapy sessions, in part in short texts exploring the topics covered in the sessions.
Some of this was very relatable, some not at all. In the end there was nothing all that revelatory about this book, but it wan't bad either. I guess I just didn't end up getting all that much out of it.
One slightly frustrating thing about this was the final sentence of the book, which pretty much shows that the author still hangs on to the one way of thinking that the therapy sessions came back to time and time again, which is thinking in black and white. - Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5Very disappointing. Both the therapist and the author seem overly concerned about what other people think of them (as in the therapist's comments about worrying that others he/she wasn't a good therapist (which is exactly what I thought)). The author didn't change; her thoughts and the therapist's advice are all very shallow.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5A quick read, and while I understand the author's intent, it seemed too simple and almost meaningless.
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I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki - Baek Sehee
I Want to Die but
I Want to Eat Tteokbokki
Contents
To the Readers of the English Edition
Prologue
1Slightly Depressed
2Am I a Pathological Liar?
3I’m Under Constant Surveillance
4My Desire to Become Special Isn’t Special at All
5That Goddamn Self-Esteem
6What Should I Do to Know Myself Better?
7Regulating, Judging, Being Disappointed, Leaving
8Medication Side Effects
9Obsession with Appearances and Histrionic Personality Disorder
10 Why Do You Like Me? Will You Still Like Me If I Do This? Or This?
11 I Don’t Look Pretty
12 Rock Bottom
13 Epilogue: It’s Okay, Those Who Don’t Face Darkness Can Never Appreciate the Light
14 Psychiatrist’s Note: From One Incompleteness to Another
15 Postscript: Reflections on Life Following Therapy
A Note on the Author
A Note on the Translator
To the readers of the English edition
Four years have passed since I published I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki. This very personal story, which I once wondered if anyone would ever bother reading, has been published in seven Asian languages and is now out in English. This is a fascinating turn of events, although a little intimidating. Because for all the positive feedback I had received, there were critical takes as well. My desire to speak freely of my mental suffering was matched by my desire to hide myself from it all. I doubt I could ever again be as candid in a book as I was in this one.
I hope you find points of connection between you and me on these pages. My desire to be of help and consolation is as powerful as ever.
Finally, I wish to leave you with some words that I find myself returning to whenever I feel myself growing weak. They are from an overseas reader of unknown gender, nationality, or appearance (I’ve never met them), and they are also words I wish to say to you, the people reading this book.
I love and cherish your story. And I am your friend.
Baek Sehee
Prologue
‘If you want to be happy, you mustn’t fear the following truths but confront them head-on: one, that we are always unhappy, and that our sadness, suffering and fear have good reasons for existing. Two, that there is no real way to separate these feelings completely from ourselves.’
– Une Parfaite Journée Parfaite by
Martin Page
This epigraph is one of my favourite bits of writing, one I often go back to. Even in my most unbearably depressed moments I could be laughing at a friend’s joke but still feel an emptiness in my heart, and then feel an emptiness in my stomach, which would make me go out to eat some tteokbokki – what was wrong with me? I wasn’t deathly depressed, but I wasn’t happy either, floating instead in some feeling between the two. I suffered more because I had no idea that these contradictory feelings could and did coexist in many people.
Why are we so bad at being honest about our feelings? Is it because we’re so exhausted from living that we don’t have the time to share them? I had an urge to find others who felt the way I did. So I decided, instead of aimlessly wandering in search of these others, to be the person they could look for – to hold my hand up high and shout, I’m right here, hoping that someone would see me waving, recognise themselves in me and approach me, so we could find comfort in each other’s existence.
This book is a record of the therapy I received for dysthymia, or persistent depressive disorder (a state of constant, light depression). It’s also full of personal and sometimes pathetic details, but I’ve tried to make it more than just a venting of my dark emotions. I explore specific situations in my life, searching for the fundamental causes of my feelings so I can move in a healthier direction.
I wonder about others like me, who seem totally fine on the outside but are rotting on the inside, where the rot is this vague state of being not-fine and not-devastated at the same time. The world tends to focus too much on the very bright or the very dark; many of my own friends find my type of depression baffling. But what’s an ‘acceptable’ form of depression? Is depression itself something that can ever be fully understood? In the end, my hope is for people to read this book and think, I wasn’t the only person who felt like this; or, I see now that people live with this.
I’ve always thought that art is about moving hearts and minds. Art has given me faith: faith that today may not have been perfect but was still a pretty good day, or faith that even after a long day of being depressed, I can still burst into laughter over something very small. I’ve also realised that revealing my darkness is just as natural a thing to do as revealing my light. Through my very personal practice of this art, I hope I can find my way into the hearts of others, just as this book has found its way into your hands.
1
Slightly Depressed
Classic signs such as hearing voices, intrusive thoughts and self-harming aren’t the only signs of depression. Just as a light flu can make our whole body hurt, a light depression can make our minds ache all over.
Ever since I was a child I’ve been introverted and sensitive. The memories are vague now but according to my old diary entries I was clearly not a born optimist, and I would feel down from time to time. It was in high school when the depression really hit, which affected my studies, prevented me from going to college and compromised my future. Perhaps it was a given that I would end up depressed as an adult. But even when I changed all the parts of my life that I had wanted to change – my weight, education, partner, friends – I was still depressed. I didn’t always feel that way, but I would go in and out of a funk that was as inevitable as bad weather. I might go to bed happy and wake up sad and sullen. I couldn’t keep food down when I was stressed, and I would cry constantly when I was ill. I simply gave in to the fact that I was someone who was depressed from birth, and let my world grow darker and darker.
My paranoia towards others grew worse, and my anxiety spiked around strangers, but I became expert at acting like all was well. And for the longest time, I kept pushing myself to be better, believing that I could get through my depression on my own. But it just got to be too much to bear at one point, and I finally decided to get help. I was nervous and afraid, but I tried to empty myself of expectations as I stepped into the consultation room.
Psychiatrist: So, how can I help you?
Me: Well, I think I’m slightly depressed. Should I go into more detail?
Psychiatrist: I’d appreciate that.
Me: (I take out my phone and read off the notes app.) I compare myself to others too much then scold myself accordingly, and I have low self-esteem.
Psychiatrist: Have you thought about what the cause of this behaviour and the low self-esteem might be?
Me: I think the self-esteem part comes from my upbringing. My mother would always bemoan how poor we were. We lived in a one-bedroom apartment that was too small for five people, and there was another apartment complex in our neighbourhood with the same name as ours that had bigger units. One time, a friend’s mother asked me which complex we lived in, the smaller one or the bigger, and that made me ashamed of where we lived and nervous about revealing it to other people.
Psychiatrist: Is there anything else you remember?
Me: Oh, loads. It’s such a cliché to put into words, but my father beat my mother. They have this euphemism for it now, ‘marital disputes’, but it’s just violence, isn’t it? When I think back on my childhood, my memories are full of my father beating my mother and my sisters and me, smashing up the apartment and leaving the house in the middle of the night. We would cry ourselves to sleep, and in the morning leave the mess behind when we went to school.
Psychiatrist: How did that make you feel?
Me: Desperate? Sad? I felt like my family kept secrets I couldn’t tell anyone, secrets that kept growing bigger. I thought I had to hide it all. My older sister made sure I never spoke about what happened at home to people outside our family, and I made sure my younger sister kept silent about the whole thing. Everything that happened at home was detrimental to my self-esteem, but now I wonder if my older sister didn’t have something to do with that as well.
Psychiatrist: Do you mean your relationship with your older sister?
Me: I suppose so. My sister’s love was conditional. If I didn’t do well at school, gained weight or didn’t apply myself to whatever I did, she would mock and humiliate me. She’s a bit older than I am, which meant her word was law. There was a money aspect as well because she bought us clothes and shoes and backpacks. She manipulated us with these bribes, saying she would take back everything she bought for us if we didn’t listen to her.
Psychiatrist: Did that make you want to run away?
Me: Of course. It seemed like such an abusive relationship. She was full of contradictions. For example, she could go on sleepovers, but I wasn’t allowed. There were clothes she wouldn’t let us wear. Loads of things like that. But everything was so love-hate with her; I hated her, but I was scared she would get mad at me and abandon me.
Psychiatrist: Have you ever tried distancing yourself from that relationship?
Me: Well, after I became an adult and started working part-time, I made a decision to become financially independent from her, at least. I did it little by little.
Psychiatrist: What about mental independence?
Me: That was hard. My sister’s only friends were her boyfriend and me, because we were the only ones who would cater to her every whim. She once told me that she hated spending time with other people and that I was the one she felt most comfortable with. That annoyed me so