Happiness Unintentional: A Psychological Noir

Alex Breisburg didn't see it coming. He never does — the diagnosis came thirty years too late to help him read a room. So when a fight about money ends with his wife on the kitchen floor, he has no idea what to call what just happened. An accident. A confession. The first entry in a ledger that won't stop growing.

His best friend knows a guy. The guy knows a woman named J.P. — sharp, expensive, and very good at turning a favor into a lifetime subscription. Her price escalates. So does what she is.

By the time Alex understands what he's become, he's lost whole days to the bottle, is missing memories he doesn't trust, and has done something he can't undo. There is no clean ending waiting for him. There is only the next person willing to explain, patiently, exactly what he owes.

Happiness Unintentional is a noir about masking, exploitation, and the particular cruelty of a self-help book that was never written for a mind like his.

What makes it unusual: the interiority isn't explained from outside — it's transmitted. Synesthesia, dissociation, and masking aren't described as case-study features; they're the texture of every sentence, the way the prose itself tastes and flickers and goes quiet. Readers who've never experienced an AuDHD mind tend to finish this book having felt one from the inside, not read an account of one.

Darkly funny. Quietly devastating. Written by an author who lives in the mind this book was built from.