Allow me to recommend...

Swearing, Self-Help, and Sanity: Why ‘Namaste Motherf*ckers’ Should Be on Your Bedside Table

I'm well behind on The EA Edit for reasons I won't bore you with but I wanted to pop in and recommend a book that's equal parts affirmation and exasperation: Namaste Motherf*ckers by Cally Beaton.

It’s the self-help book for people who want personal growth—but without the toxic positivity, corporate jargon, or pastel-coloured bullet journals. Think less “live, laugh, love” and more “scream, swear, survive… and still thrive.”

Cally writes with biting wit, big heart, and the kind of truth-telling that makes you snort-laugh while simultaneously reflecting on your entire existence. She doesn’t sugarcoat the struggle, and she sure as hell doesn’t tell you to just “manifest your dreams.” Instead, she invites you to find peace in the chaos, power in the profanity, and humour in the hard stuff.

If you’re a burnt-out assistant trying to stay zen while managing execs, calendars, and low-level existential dread (we've all been there right?), this is your permission slip to feel it all, laugh at it all, and get back up anyway.

Highly recommend.

Also... Best book title in the history of publishing. Possibly. 

Check it out here if you're in the UK. 

Or here if you're in the US.