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In Furiously Happy, #1 New York Times bestselling author Jenny Lawson explores her lifelong battle with mental illness. A hysterical, ridiculous book about crippling depression and anxiety? That sounds like a terrible idea.
But terrible ideas are what Jenny does best.
As Jenny says:
"Some people might think that being 'furiously happy' is just an excuse to be stupid and irresponsible and invite a herd of kangaroos over to your house without telling your husband first because you suspect he would say no since he's never particularly liked kangaroos. And that would be ridiculous because no one would invite a herd of kangaroos into their house. Two is the limit. I speak from personal experience. My husband says that none is the new limit. I say he should have been clearer about that before I rented all those kangaroos.
"Most of my favorite people are dangerously fucked-up but you'd never guess because we've learned to bare it so honestly that it becomes the new normal. Like John Hughes wrote in The Breakfast Club, 'We're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it.' Except go back and cross out the word 'hiding.'"
Furiously Happy is about "taking those moments when things are fine and making them amazing, because those moments are what make us who we are, and they're the same moments we take into battle with us when our brains declare war on our very existence. It's the difference between "surviving life" and "living life". It's the difference between "taking a shower" and "teaching your monkey butler how to shampoo your hair." It's the difference between being "sane" and being "furiously happy."
Lawson is beloved around the world for her inimitable humor and honesty, and in Furiously Happy, she is at her snort-inducing funniest. This is a book about embracing everything that makes us who we are - the beautiful and the flawed - and then using it to find joy in fantastic and outrageous ways. Because as Jenny's mom says, "Maybe 'crazy' isn't so bad after all." Sometimes crazy is just right.
A Series of Unfortunate Disclaimers
Note from the Author
Furiously Happy. Dangerously Sad.
I've Found a Kindred Soul and He Has a Very Healthy Coat
My Phone Is More Fun to Hang Out with Than Me
I Have a Sleep Disorder and It's Probably Going to Kill Me or Someone Else
How Many Carbs are in a Foot?
Pretend You're Good at It
George Washington's Dildo
I'm Not Psychotic. I Just Need to Get in Front of You in Line.
Why Would I Want to Do More When I'm Already Doing So Well at Nothing?
What I Say to My Shrink vs. What I Mean
LOOK AT THIS GIRAFFE
Skinterventions and Bangtox
It's Like Your Pants Are Bragging at Me
It's Hard to Tell Which of Us Is Mentally Ill
I Left My Heart in San Francisco. (But Replace "San Francisco" with "Near the Lemur House" and Replace "Heart" with a Sad Question Mark.)
Stock up on Snow Globes. The Zombie Apocalypse Is Coming.
Appendix: An Interview with the Author
I'm Turning into a Zombie One Organ at a Time
Cats Are Selfish Yawners and They're Totally Getting Away with It
Koalas Are Full of Chlamydia
The World Needs to Go on a Diet. Literally.
Crazy Like a Reverse Fox
An Essay on Parsley, Wasabi, Cream Cheese, and Soup
And Then I Got Three Dead Cats in the Mail
Things I May Have Accidentally Said During Uncomfortable Silences
My Skeleton Is Potaterrific
It's Called "Catouflage"
We're Better Than Galileo. Because He's Dead.
Things My Father Taught Me
I'm Going to Die. Eventually.
And This Is Why I Prefer to Cut My Own Hair
It's All in How You Look at It (The Book of Nelda)
Well at Least Your Nipples Are Covered
Death by Swans Is Not as Glamorous as You'd Expect
The Big Quiz
That Baby Was Delicious
These Cookies Know Nothing of My Work
It Might Be Easier. But It Wouldn't Be Better.
Epilogue: Deep in the Trenches