Let’s be real, it’s Friday during spring break and I’m out of ideas.
The fountain of creativity has run dry.
Actually, a better way to put it is that I’m just really tired and have had a hell of a week (even though it’s spring break).
Jenn talked about her want to work during her week off, but found that all it did was stress her out. It’s kind of been the same for me, except my stress turns into a downward spiral.
So, I thought I would give you my “why” for what makes me love reading.
When I was 12 I was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder. As I’ve grown up my symptoms have lessened, but there are always triggers. This week has been a week full of triggers.
After I was diagnosed with GAD, my therapist taught me a lot of techniques for how to help myself control some aspects of my anxiety. Reading became one of those things that significantly lessened it. A lot of the time I would sit against the wall of my bedroom and just read small insignificant books when I was stressed. The repetition of staring at words would, and still does, comfort and calm me.
It came to a point as I grew up where reading was the only escape that would, without a doubt, slow down some of my thoughts.
In the last few months, like many of you know, I’ve read significantly less than ever before. This week included.