You may be somewhat unique in feeling that the world conspired to gaslight you in particular, but many, many people are unimpressed at best. I love them not because I think they’re brilliantly written, but because there are elements in them that spoke to things I’ve felt deeply. I actually have no idea if they’re well-written because I’m emotionally attached, and can’t judge them fairly.

(Can’t judge the degree of the quality, not saying I wouldn’t notice if they were literal garbage. What I meant made sense in my head and sounds so dumb the way I typed it out.)