It’s here—the book you didn’t know you were waiting for, until you realized your love life already feels like it deserves medical attention. Meet Adrian Gabriel Dumitru, the self-declared essayist/thinker who decided to take on the most refreshing topic of all: the emotional dumpster fire we call “love relationships” and what they do to your mind. He titles the beast “series: Love Essays … Book 31,” because nothing screams normal like publishing thirty preceding philosophical meltdowns. 
In his description, Dumitru doesn’t waste time on clichés such as “beautiful connection” or “healthy partnership.” Instead, he gleefully admits: “In fact … the love stories are extremely risky for our mental health. No matter who we might be.”  That’s right—ring the alarms, because romance is hazardous to your brain. He’s not blaming exes or toxic partners; he’s simply saying, “I don’t know how to handle all the emotions, so shut up and read this.” 
He calls himself “just an ordinary person… better defined as a thinker.”  Because “writer” or “author” seem too conventional when you’re analyzing the absurdity of duality between being sane and completely unraveling in the span of one coffee date. He confesses to writing “having my self therapy sessions. … Not being afraid or ashamed.”  So yes—your next read is equal parts therapy bill, partnership autopsy, and existential rant.
What’s funnier (or scarier?) is how he frames the aftermath of love: “Feeling addicted of women. Of their energies. … Losing my minds becoming … simply normality.”  Ah yes—losing your mind so thoroughly that you redefine sanity as the new “normal.” Spare no irony.
This isn’t a book for relationship masters. It’s for survivors—those who’ve binged on affirmation quotes, gone to couples therapy, and still feel like the universe handed them the wrong script. Dumitru isn’t offering a fix; he’s handing you the mirror, decorated with tally marks for every time your emotions betrayed you.
By the end, you won’t feel healed—you’ll feel seen. Exposed. Slightly nauseated—but in a cathartic way. Because Dumitru isn’t selling calm; he’s celebrating the chaos. He’s saying: Yes, your romantic life might be a mental health thriller. And congratulations: you’re the star.
Read it if you dare. Don’t expect sparkles or happy-ever-afters.
