I’m not saying I can relate to Punpu, but it truly is a story I recommend to no one and everyone. It’s been a week since I finished reading the manga, and it just feels like a part of me doesn’t know what to think. I feel scared, anxious, while also feeling like I should do more. It’s weird how a manga can hit home and throw you off center of reality. I personally suffered with 4-5 years of depression when I was younger due to sexual abuse. Having suicidal thoughts and urges to disappear. Finishing the series, I cried and made me thankful for merely just existing. Although life sucks, although you feel awful, although you feel like crying. You must go on, and that’s life. I’m sorry for posting this, just need a place to vent my feelings. I hope all you do well