This Title Won't Convey What This Book's About
(Neither Will This Subtitle. Just a Heads Up)
A darkly funny, painfully honest memoir about overthinking, loss, and learning how to exist inside your own head.
When comedian and writer Chase Roper set out to "just write a few pages a day," he didn't expect to end up chronicling every anxious spiral, family tragedy, and intrusive thought along the way. What began as a creative experiment turned into an unflinching, unexpectedly tender journey through grief, mental illness, and middle age.
Across these pages, Chase wrestles with writer's block, childhood trauma, antidepressants, marriage, divorce, death, and the absurdity of being a sentient meat sack trying to make meaning out of existence. Along the way, he finds flashes of humor and hope in the unlikeliest places: fire alarms, McDonald's floors, a neighbor who won't stop hammering, and the quiet, stubborn moments that make being alive worth it.
This Title Won't Convey What This Book's About is equal parts memoir, creative nonfiction, and existential comedy. It's an honest look at what it means to live with anxiety and still find beauty in the chaos.
For readers of David Sedaris, John Green, and Mike Birbiglia and anyone who's ever stared into the void for too long.
