When she began writing about her own mental health, Lawson fully expected people to run and hide. "I never found him again," Lawson writes, "because I was worried that if I ever asked to see the dog-food-eating pharmacist, the other pharmacists would stop giving me drugs." And the time she pulled up to the drive-thru window at her local drugstore just in time to see the pharmacist scarf down a handful of broken dog biscuits. rodeo in her living room with Rory, her dead, stuffed raccoon, riding atop one of her house cats - Ferris Mewler. There was the time that Lawson, who battles chronic insomnia, staged a 2 a.m. She saw her first therapist in college, and since then, Lawson says, she's been diagnosed with depression, anxiety, mild self-harm issues, avoidant personality disorder, occasional depersonalization disorder, mild OCD and trichotillomania.ĭealing with all that has never been easy, but as she explains in her new book, Furiously Happy: A Funny Book About Horrible Things, it helps to have a sharp sense of the absurd.
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