it’s that time of the month again.
the laundry pile grows taller than a dutch basketball player, the sink is home to tiny bits of fossilised pasta, and my self-worth is spiralling into what can only be described as another existential crisis.
but I don’t have time for an existential crisis. I have goals. and ambitions. a deadline I can’t miss. an e-mail I need to write. a dog waiting to go out. that invoice waiting to get paid. and the eternal quest to get my shit together.
why can’t I ever get my shit together?
maybe I should buy another self-help book. this one is about habits. one small improvement at a time. yeah, that will do it. I’ll just optimise myself. wake up at 5am. eat cottage cheese. take cold showers. follow a strict schedule.
but it won’t last long.
oops, here comes another spiral! this time with lactose intolerance.
maybe I was too hard on myself. yeah. I should take it easy. slow down. meditate. buy another book. this one is about mindfulness. and look, I got a journal, too! hardcover, of course. it’s even leather-bound. with a nice gel pen.
and then I feel like shit again. same loop, new soundtrack. but this time it isn’t my fault, I promise. it’s the pressure. the amount of work. the nostalgia. thinking about what was, what could’ve been, what never became. what just came in the mail. yay! another self-help book. it says I did my best given the circumstances, so there’s no need to be sad about the past. I just need to get my shit together and…
…and what?
you know I won’t.
not for long, at least.
but somehow, no matter how tough it all got, I always survived.
so I wrote a book about it. about an ever-repeating journey of self-discovery and all of its spirals, breakdowns, and rebirths.
if you managed to read this description so far, it means you probably identify with one (or many) of the things you’ve just read. it also means you probably went through them at some point in your life. or maybe even right now.
but don’t worry, this book won’t promise to save you from any future spirals. it won’t heal your depression or anxiety. it won’t teach you to “be your best self”. it won’t give you the tools to optimise your routine. and it won’t stop you from having your next mental breakdown. but it’ll give you a laugh and show you how to ride it with grace.
desperate brain brings you deep insights into the ever-growing chaos of adulthood. it's a truly personal story, combined with absurd metaphors, dry satire, handmade illustrations, and situations that may or may not be too relatable. it will make you laugh, cry, laugh at the fact that you were crying, and cry at the fact that you were laughing.
ISBN 978-3-9504964-5-1
shipping this september, right before your next spiral.
