Beat the Blahs

how to beat the blahs coverHow To Beat The Blahs

So, the Blahs are hovering around and making you sad, bored, unloved, inferior, etc. My teen brain remembers that word being used to mostly refer to boredom. This isn’t the first time the “Blahs” have appeared on ALB.  We featured a self help book that suggested things like having an affair or adopting a child as a solution. In another book we featured, “Blahs” was used as another term for depression. Again, the advice was pretty unhelpful and all these ladies needed to do was to suck it up. Today’s post addresses the Christian with the blahs. Short answer is God still loves and cares about you. As a Christian devotional, this isn’t a bad book. It is more a gentle reminder of gratitude and grace. Honestly, this book could work in 2018 with a different title and some updating.

The Blahs used as a term for any prolonged sadness or depression dismisses the seriousness of mental health issues, particularly for women. I think these books are nice relics of the 1960s and 1970s and belong somewhere besides a modern mental health collection in a public library.

I will be busy re-reading a copy of Betty Friedan’s The Feminine Mystique  and comparing notes.


BTW, how many of you identified the date of this book by the font and cover?


  1. Now I will have this earworm in my brain all day…

    “Is there anybody in there?
    Just nod if you can hear me
    Is there anyone at home?”

  2. To answer your last question, Right Away! As soon as I saw the bubbly font with shadows my mind said, “70s.” I felt quite chuffed then to see 1977 as the pub date. I ought to go buy a lottery ticket today as clearly I am on a roll.

  3. I thought 1972. The danger with dating things by the period they look is the lag between when something is first conceived/made-fashionable/etc. and when it hits popular acceptance … I forgot my rough “add 5 years rule” in this case, which would have made it dead-on.

  4. Got the late 70s pub. date at first glance. And if you think you have the blahs now, Betty Friedan will only make them worse! I will be crying at my highly polished dining room table with Betty . . .

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