Reading has always been a passion of mine from a young age. To lose yourself truly in another world and to go get lost in a character's narration, is like taking yourself on an adventure where you can forget about the real world for a minute and let your mind wander.
But something began to happen when I hit my twenties, I just stopped reading as much along with all the other things that I used to love to do and instead fell into a deep depression that I thought I was never going to climb out of. There is so much that happened in those few years that I still haven't got the strength to talk about yet but I'm beginning to make the few first steps to being more open about these little things that feel so big to me and using it as a way to push myself forward rather than pulling me back.
I began slowly getting back into the habit of reading on a regular basis as my health began to improve. I took books out from my local library and scoured charity shops for second-hand books for a cheap find. It's strange how something so small as taking a few minutes to rest my mind on something I actually enjoyed, had such a positive effect on my health.
This isn't the entire fix-it answer to all my problems. Rebuilding your mental health from chronic depression is a long road of bumps and cracks that seem to go on and on with no end in sight but the whole point of it is to not reach the finish goal but to remember to look at the amazing views we forget to look at on the way because our eyes are so focused on what lies ahead at the end of the road.
We forget to enjoy the journey.
This is The Illustrated Writer.
No goal in mind.
Just the journey.
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