Jessica Jones is still on my mind so I'm going to delve into more of why it made an impact on me...
Two things mostly--one on how Jessica copes and two what the mind-controller, Killgrave, is like.
Jessica, is cold, bitter and is so tough on the outside, it's like she's perpetually snarling. She has a uniform of an oversized black leather jacket and jeans. Her job is to play detective, which she does in a ramshackle, dingy and isolated apartment, while drinking all day long. But what she is really doing is searching for Killgrave so she can wipe him out, thus saving others from his evilness. She hopes that will truly free her then.

Killgrave believes he "loves" Jessica. He believes everything he ever does is out of love. He came from scientist parents who he says hurt him with their testing on him and so he lashes out. He says actually waiting for people to do what he wants is tiresome and so, why not just use his talent and speed it up? Who cares about consent? When he knows he is "right" in what he is asking of them? He "knows better than they do". That even though Jessica struggles against her bonds relentlessly, he "knows" she loves him and "just doesn't see it yet." He plays his charms like a weapon and destroys her ability to trust what she truly wants. So she is left in an abyss. "Did I really love him?" she wonders. "Maybe I wanted it?" Like every rape victim, she doubts everything she has ever believed about the world and herself.

Killgrave uses this to get her right where he wants. Pliable, reliant, his. Deaf, dumb, blind and essentially dead. She only exists when he tells her to.

My mother is so so like Killgrave that I want to vomit. And every fantasy I have ever had of playing the tough chick with her red lips, all black everything, moto boots and motorcycles is Jessica.

People might not take this show seriously enough and people will see Jessica's sarcasm and offhand, aloof way of being and use this show as something to pass the time. Sometime with just enough grit to hold their attention for a few hours and then summarily dismiss it later. But it's so dark and dangerous in its insidiousness and they don't even know it. They're nothing light or throwaway about it.

And the thing is no one believes you. "You're so tough and strong and there are no physical wounds so you're all good." That is the hole everyone falls into. That unless they were in my body and mind, they feel none of the darkness and look at the surface. And then no one sees anything.