"When Georgia Pritchett found herself lost for words - a bit of a predicament for a comedy writer - she booked an appointment with a therapist, who suggested that she try writing down some of the things that worried her. The therapist probably meant a light, mid-week grocery-list's worth of worries. Instead, Georgia wrote this book. From fretting about the monsters under her bed as a child (Were they comfy enough?) to agonizing about making too much...