I've never thought it would happen to me but it did. Books failed me when I needed it the most.
I thought books would always be my escape. No matter what happens I could drown myself in reading and I could be happy again or at least feel something.
But I was wrong.
You may have noticed these past few months my blog was kind of hiatus (no book reviews, no comments, just so quite in general). I lost someone I loved. This was not the first time I have experienced a loss but this time it hit me the hardest. I couldn't even cry and every day passed by like I was watching from the outside. I couldn't even read, the words just passed through and my brain just couldn't register. I couldn't connect with the story or the characters. I felt nothing. I wanted to read so bad but I just couldn't. I wanted to have all the feels, to feel alive but book refused to let me escape into it. So it made me wondering is it true that book can always help you through hard times, reduce stress or put you in better mood? Because it clearly didn't help me.
Anyway I'm back now. I'm trying to be more active on my blog/ book blog community but I can't promise you guys how long it's going to take me to be like before. I've started to read again but this time around it takes me a week or two or maybe a month to finish a book. I'm okay with that though because I thought reading was a lost to me. One thing I've noticed that I'm not afraid of sad books anymore. In fact, I can't wait to read any sad books. I guess I just want a good cry.
I'm sorry that I dumped all this on you guys but I consider you guys as my friends. And I was kind of MIA since March so I thought I'd let you guys know what was going on.