The reason I love architectural horror so much is that in a symbolic sense my family and I

Have lived through it. Via mental illnesses, and changing spaces/dimensions as a reflection of our situation in life: how the condition of our home always always alwayssss reflected our internal struggles and struggles as a family. And how external forces shaped the way we built/remodeled our home, projects that progressed really fast, or halted suddenly all had some significant life events controlling them.
It is also the reason house of leaves is my favourite book. I read it when I had hit rock bottom, my entire family had hit rock bottom, and the house was a total mess, my parents were about to break up, and my relationship with my mother was rocky to the point I was thinking of walking out and being homeless on the streets (I was unemployed then) as it seemed much less painful than what we were going through. Glad I didn't follow through with it. Was so close though. So close to making the worst decisions. And the story truly reflected that concept... How spaces can morph to reflect our internal worlds. It was so beautiful and so tragic. It was everything I felt. It was painful to read. I cried a lot and when I used to sleep I would dream about it, nightmares upon nightmares. The end featured lots of short poems. This is my favourite one.