"Sometimes they tell you that you are crazy, but in a good way. A way that makes you special." 
 While the book opens with the premise of living furiously happy despite mental illness, it quickly forgets about it and becomes a gooblygook of short, unimpressive blog entries. Two chapters deliver on the promise of a thoughtful and frank perspective sprinkled with humor discussing mental illness ("We're Better Than Galileo. Because He's Dead" and "It Might Be Easier, But It Won't Get Better".) The rest of the book were mostly stories of her shielding rude, obtuse behavior behind mental illness. I get that she is trying to celebrate her unique perspective in the world, but not only does it get lost in the rambling prose it is also a perspective only available and useful to a privileged few. She encourages mentally ill people to be furiously happy and revel in their mental illness. She gets to drop all work and travel to Australia, buy random expensive and miscellaneous items to satisfy her unique desires, and does not have to think about her finances because she gets to have a financial planner do that for her. This kind of behavior requires a support system and financial means that many people dealing with mental illness do not have access to. She gets to be "crazy" and laugh about it and it's great for her, but to expect others to have a similar experience without acknowledging her privilege became very problematic the further I read.