Jenny Lawson gives a remarkably honest insight into her mental struggles. I LOVED this book. You’d think a book about depression and anxiety would be, well, depressing, but Lawson is fucking hilarious.
It is so comforting to read about another person who does not have her shit together. She says she feels successful maybe 2 days a month - um, hello??? Me too??? Most days I fail miserably at getting my shit together. And on the days when I do in fact cook dinner, The Husband ends up staying late at work and ends up with reheated leftovers anyway. Which I think just proves that I shouldn’t even bother cooking dinner.
But I digress…
The idea of Furiously Happy is that you need to enjoy the good days, make them very memorable, to combat the dark days. So that in the midst of the darkness you still have those moments and maybe, just maybe, you can grab onto one of them and pull yourself a little further away from the dark side. To have these moments to live your life.
Anyway, just… read this book. Furiously.
I doubt that I will ever fly to Australia and stand by a koala wearing a koala costume like Lawson did, but I can live my own life in my own furious way. Take those good days and make FURIOUSLY HAPPY memories so that on those days when I’m too tired to do anything, at least I can say I already experienced whatever else I’ve already done and obviously that means taking a rest day/week/whatever will be just fine.
