Hello to my few remaining followers.
This might be one of the most honest, and strange posts I’ll ever make.
I haven’t read a book since March. Or at least not consistently.
The reason for that is I’m no longer depressed.
Books were easier when I was depressed,when I had no energy, and no drive to do anything but hide from the world around me.
I lost the…I don’t want to say joy…of reading. But I lost the ability to sit down and bury myself in it the same way I once did.
I miss it though. I miss picking up a good book and devouring what’s inside. So this is my promise to you that my reviews, and hopefully some other content will appear here soon.
After all, I’ve got a list about a mile high.
Sometimes in life I struggle. We all do. Sometimes those struggles swallow you up and drag you to what I call “the pits”, modeled after a sandy wasteland that used to exist near my childhood home.
You try and struggle through the sand, make your way to the top, and on the way your reading is one other thing that makes it seem worse. Not the act of reading itself, but the act of feeling pressured to do so.
Giant, human sized…NFL player sized to be read piles, towering next to beds, toppling over when nudged. eReader filling, overwhelming books, just waiting for you to devour them.
But trust me. Its okay. The beautiful thing about books is that they last forever. And sometimes, they can help you get out of the pits.
Grab a book. Any book. A book you’ve read a million times, or a book that you’d never thought you would enjoy.
Read about people in pain. Read about happy people. Read about people slaying dragons and allow them to help you slay yours.
Pile up blankets and pillows and sink into them and remember that when you feel alone, if you look in a book you can always find your friends.
And please if you need help, ask for it. Don’t be in the dark alone. Don’t be in the pits alone. Your story is unfinished, still developing. Don’t end it before it’s end should come.
What is reading all about? What motivates me to do it? What motivates YOU to do it? What do we get from it?
For me reading has been many things. It has been a struggle, as I took forever to learn and resented the fact.
It has been a solace, when I realized a written word could comfort me in a way that those around me couldn’t do.
It has been my way of traveling when I’ve been sick, and recently my way of making friend when I’ve been traveling.
This blog was meant to be dedicated to my love of reading and somewhere along the line I got mixed up and confused, obsessed with who was reading this, who was listening.
Forgetting that this blog is just meant to be a tribute to the books I love, and even those I don’t. My little corner of the web where I can talk to whoever is willing to listen.
And maybe I’ll pick up a few new friends along the way.