Ass over teakettle is kind of like head over heels, except the comically unromantic, epically ungraceful, grossly embarrassing trip and fall version where your ass flies up over your head and you land in some dramatic, insanely awkward flailing pose that forces you to give up any sense of order or dignity in the hope that you just survive without breaking your neck. I’ve been seeking different ways to describe depression in a relatable way, and when I looked for an analogy for how depression outwardly affects my life this was the most perfect description I could come up with for the way I feel. This is a book all about one girl’s messy, sometimes dysfunctional relationship with depression, and her journey to find balance in life while flailing around wildly generally making an ass of herself in the process.