Official Review: Don't Mind Me, I'm Just Having a Bad Life
Posted: 11 Sep 2019, 05:55
[Following is an official OnlineBookClub.org review of "Don't Mind Me, I'm Just Having a Bad Life" by Lewis Kempfer.]

4 out of 4 stars
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Sometimes life can be unfair, but for Lewis Kempfer, it was excruciatingly unfair. He suffered many things ranging from the rejection by his biological father (Dennis) at a very young age, to dealing with a psychopath in the name of a psychiatrist, to drug and sex addiction and many other teary ordeals. Kempfer’s life always moved from one hurdle to another. Loneliness and depression were the two things that defined his normal life before a major turnaround in his rather old age.
Don’t Mind Me, I’m Just Having a Bad Life by Lewis Kempfer is a memoir in which he recounts many events in his life that made him a miserable man. His life started getting messy when he was four years old. His photographic memory enabled him to narrate how his father’s cruelty and brutality paved the path for depression in his life. His parents later divorced, and he had two stepfathers while growing up. The first stepfather was a crooked version of Dennis, who made things even worse for him. Kempfer, through what he believes was the hand of God in his life, managed to complete his bachelor’s degree. Things were not easy.
Kempfer’s brutal honesty was both shocking and riveting. Being gay and having bone-chilling fear of ending up alone in life drove him to unimaginable places doing unimaginable things. Anyone in his position, or anyone who would have lived his kind of life, would have been shy about narrating some of the darkest things that he/she did. His brevity in writing this memoir is truly commendable.
The memoir leaves the reader with many questions about the kind of wounds that careless parents inflict on their children. Although his parents were religious, their parenting techniques did not reflect the teachings they got from attending church every other Sunday. It is very sad to know that maybe, just maybe, there are parents who are concerned about creating the perfect outward picture of their family, yet their children go through hell behind the closed doors of their homes. After reading Kempfer’s story, I was moved to tears praying to God to give me the wisdom and ability to raise my children in a loving manner that I may never crash their souls in the name of fitting in the society. If Dennis, the author’s father, had been more careful with his parenting, his son would have never gone through a hell of a life trying to find validation from the world.
I loved the humor that Kempfer used to distract the reader from the gross nature of most of the scenes. His thoughts, in particular, were quite humorous that I always found myself bursting into laughter. Talking of scenes, this book is for adults and young adults who are battling the demons associated with any form of addiction, depression, and low self-esteem. I highly recommend it to them. It is a perfect example that there is no situation that God, through Jesus Christ, cannot overcome. It is a testimony that the author had to give through writing this memoir.
The most touching aspect of the book came in the form of Kempfer’s counseling sessions. Dr. Fruitcake, the psychiatrist who was hired by his mother to help him out, mistreated him in the worst manner possible. Instead of helping the poor boy (Kempfer), he added more wounds to his soul.
The book was professionally edited. Although it is long and has many painful scenes that could be boring, the author has a way with words that kept me entertained as I kept moving from one page to another. Therefore, I give Don’t Mind Me, I’m Just Having a Bad Life 4 out of 4 stars.
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4 out of 4 stars
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Sometimes life can be unfair, but for Lewis Kempfer, it was excruciatingly unfair. He suffered many things ranging from the rejection by his biological father (Dennis) at a very young age, to dealing with a psychopath in the name of a psychiatrist, to drug and sex addiction and many other teary ordeals. Kempfer’s life always moved from one hurdle to another. Loneliness and depression were the two things that defined his normal life before a major turnaround in his rather old age.
Don’t Mind Me, I’m Just Having a Bad Life by Lewis Kempfer is a memoir in which he recounts many events in his life that made him a miserable man. His life started getting messy when he was four years old. His photographic memory enabled him to narrate how his father’s cruelty and brutality paved the path for depression in his life. His parents later divorced, and he had two stepfathers while growing up. The first stepfather was a crooked version of Dennis, who made things even worse for him. Kempfer, through what he believes was the hand of God in his life, managed to complete his bachelor’s degree. Things were not easy.
Kempfer’s brutal honesty was both shocking and riveting. Being gay and having bone-chilling fear of ending up alone in life drove him to unimaginable places doing unimaginable things. Anyone in his position, or anyone who would have lived his kind of life, would have been shy about narrating some of the darkest things that he/she did. His brevity in writing this memoir is truly commendable.
The memoir leaves the reader with many questions about the kind of wounds that careless parents inflict on their children. Although his parents were religious, their parenting techniques did not reflect the teachings they got from attending church every other Sunday. It is very sad to know that maybe, just maybe, there are parents who are concerned about creating the perfect outward picture of their family, yet their children go through hell behind the closed doors of their homes. After reading Kempfer’s story, I was moved to tears praying to God to give me the wisdom and ability to raise my children in a loving manner that I may never crash their souls in the name of fitting in the society. If Dennis, the author’s father, had been more careful with his parenting, his son would have never gone through a hell of a life trying to find validation from the world.
I loved the humor that Kempfer used to distract the reader from the gross nature of most of the scenes. His thoughts, in particular, were quite humorous that I always found myself bursting into laughter. Talking of scenes, this book is for adults and young adults who are battling the demons associated with any form of addiction, depression, and low self-esteem. I highly recommend it to them. It is a perfect example that there is no situation that God, through Jesus Christ, cannot overcome. It is a testimony that the author had to give through writing this memoir.
The most touching aspect of the book came in the form of Kempfer’s counseling sessions. Dr. Fruitcake, the psychiatrist who was hired by his mother to help him out, mistreated him in the worst manner possible. Instead of helping the poor boy (Kempfer), he added more wounds to his soul.
The book was professionally edited. Although it is long and has many painful scenes that could be boring, the author has a way with words that kept me entertained as I kept moving from one page to another. Therefore, I give Don’t Mind Me, I’m Just Having a Bad Life 4 out of 4 stars.
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Don't Mind Me, I'm Just Having a Bad Life
View: on Bookshelves | on Amazon | on iTunes