The humor makes it all real, a human experience, and relatable for most readers, while maybe not personally suffering to that degree, can nevertheless relate and experience vicariously. The Open Letter chapter really breaks through, and moves the book toward what I expect from Lawson- honest reporting on the experience, feelings, and social effects of mental illness, sensitively delivered, with self-deprecating, devastating humor. While the previous book was probably the best book written to date to offer a personal perspective on life with anxiety, panic attacks, and social phobia- all while making the reader laugh out loud and relate and feel empathically sad, quite a feat- this book deals with serious depression. Then I read the chapter “An Open Letter to My Health Insurance Company”, and was blown away by her eloquent fury. The first 70 pages were a little sub-par for my Jenny Lawson expectations- having read and laughed out loud or commiserated with much of her previous book, Furiously Happy, I had lofty expectations, and felt a little let down.
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