Anxiety doesn't whisper. It narrates. It critiques. It heckles. And sometimes, it knocks over the pasta sauce in aisle seven.
In I Lose My Shit, Joshua E. Hershey cracks open the daily, hourly, sometimes minute-by-minute experience of living with anxiety - not as a diagnosis, but as a lifelong, uninvited roommate who rearranges the furniture in his brain and critiques his small talk.
Through sharp, poetic vignettes and painfully funny "misfires," Joshua captures the moments most people never talk about: the email typo that feels like a career-ending event, the grocery aisle that becomes a labyrinth, the mirror that reflects a stranger, the breath that won't go past the collarbone. Each scene is a snapshot of internal chaos wrapped in humor, honesty, and the kind of self-awareness that only comes from two decades of wrestling with the "what-ifs."
A veteran, husband, father, Poppy, and former ombudsman, Joshua has spent years navigating both real-world crises and the invisible ones no one sees. His writing is raw, relatable, and unexpectedly comforting - a reminder that anxiety may be loud, but so is resilience.
If you've ever:
rehearsed a conversation from 2003 at 2:00 AM
panicked at the phrase "How are you?"
apologized to a mannequin
or lost your shit over something small, ordinary, or absurd
...this book will make you feel seen, understood, and a little less alone.
I Lose My Shit isn't a guide, a cure, or a clinical manual. It's a mirror. A confession. A laugh in the middle of the spiral. And ultimately, a reminder that falling apart is not failure - it's part of being human.
Because sometimes, losing your shit is exactly how you find yourself.