Coming Home

I used to have two fully stacked bookshelves. Some time ago, l had to sell most of my books because I needed the money. Broke my heart, really. But now I have two bookshelves again. Not quite fully stacked ... but I'm getting there.

For several years, Depression & C-PTSD stood in my way when it came to doing a lot of things that I used to do. Including reading. Me being me, felt like a poor imitation of the person I used to be, when I realised I just couldn't read anymore. I couldn't even get through a page.

Then i started healing myself with professional help, medication & self accountability. And about two years ago, i started being able to read. It happened gradually & now, i go through multiple books a month, just like I used to before. My reading challenge for the year is 50 books. It's only July & I've already read 35 books already, meaning 70% of the challenge has been completed. 

The more I read, the more books I find that I need to read. Contemporary writers have a raw quality to them. I appreciate their exploration of trauma & it's consequences and their unapologetic bluntness when relaying their tales. It's such a beautiful thing to know that there are so many worlds out there, just waiting for me to delve into them. It's been wonderful coming home to myself 🥰