Jenny Lawson is a successful blogger.
She’s a successful author.
She’s a wife and mother.
And she is a self-proclaimed paranoid schizophrenic.
“When I look at my life I see high-water marks of happiness and I see the lower places where I had to convince myself that suicide wasn’t an answer. And in between I see my life.”
“I see that the sadness and tragedy in my life made the euphoria and delicious ecstasy that much more sweet. I see that stretching out my soul to feel every inch of horrific depression gave me more room to grow and enjoy the beauty of life that others might not ever appreciate.”
“I see that there is dust in the air that will eventually settle onto the floor to be swept out the door as a nuisance, but before that, for one brilliant moment I see the dust motes catch sunlight and sparkle and dance like stardust.”
“I see the beginning and end of all things. I see my life. It is beautifully ugly and tarnished in just the right way. It sparkles with debris.”
“There is wonder and joy in the simplest of things. My mother was right. It’s all in the way you look at it.”
Her book is Furiously Happy, and it’s so worth your time.
Often profane and hilarious, it’s also insightful and poignant because it’s authentic and true.