Most people can motivate themselves to do things simply by knowing that those things need to be done. But not me. For me, motivation is this horrible, scary game where I try to make myself do something while I actively avoid doing it. If I win, I have to do something I don’t want to. If I lose, I’m one step closer to ruining my entire life. And I never know whether I’m going to win or lose until the last second.
I’m always surprised when I lose.
Oof, this book was like a brutally honest (yet also validating) reflection at times. Brosh’s writing is hilariously self-aware and self-deprecating as she tells anecdotes about her struggles with depression, growing up, and being a functioning adult. Punctuating her reminiscences are simply stylized illustrations that depict Brosh as a pink-dressed somewhat amorphous blob with a yellow
triangle ponytail. These comics both add to the hilarity of already funny stories and inject humor to deeper moments.
Also, if you are a dog person you will LOVE this book. I was doubled over in tears gasping for breath during Brosh’s descriptions of the Simple Dog and Helper Dog, dysfunctional and infinitely lovable.