The story of one chronically anxious woman’s attempt to become braver, one insanely awkward adventure at a time.
For most of my adult life, I struggled with anxiety, thinking it was normal. When I was 40, I was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety and realized, “Oh. So some people don’t have a constant stream of worst-case scenarios playing in their heads. Cool cool cool.”
Four years later, my anxiety came to a head in a giant two-day panic attack, after which I stepped down from my job as host of a nationally syndicated public radio show.
I’d lost something huge, so I spent a year doing things that scared me to teach my anxious brain that everything was going to be okay.
They were little things—a sensory deprivation tank, getting high at work, going to a professional cuddler, braving twenty-eight first dates, and taking a fellatio class to improve my odds of getting second dates.*
Read the book to find out how it all turned out. Or don’t. I don’t want to sound pushy. Did that sound pushy?
*Not really. I mean, I took the class, but only because I’ve always been an overachiever and I have an oral fixation.
