I laughed so much throughout this book, The author makes depression and what it is like to live with it in personal funny stories interspersed with poignant truth.

This is the second Jenny Lawson memoir I've read, and while it's all more of the same stuff or similar to what I read in Furiously Happy, she still does manage to crack me up. I read this book because it was assigned for a book club, and I really struggle to come up with stuff to say about it.

I'm studying to be an Elderly Patient Advocate now, and surprisingly I did find a couple things in this book that relate to my coursework. For example when Lawson described her difficulties with meds and claimed what she needs is a Drug Butler, I laughed because that's kind of part of my job. The other thing was her less funny, more Sisyphus-like experience fighting to get her ludicrously expensive medication covered by health insurance, first by requesting and then by appealing, and finally filing for an external or independent review. Her step-by-step description of the painful process entitled "An Open Letter to My Health Insurance Company," made for a much more comprehensive lesson than any I've received in class.