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I hated it. A sigh danced out my lips as I rubbed my temples before returning to my book. It was an old self-help book about emotional control, and though it was meant for people with anger issues and destructive anxiety, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to apply some of the principles to myself. I didn't want to accidentally freeze my pillow at four in the morning after waking from a vivid dream... again. My fingers itched as I flipped another page. A chill shot through my bones. I ignored it hoping it would simmer and die from the lack of attention.

It was cluttered with books and materials of all sorts. Several opened books were scattered on the computer table, with red marks and notes scrawled across the pages. Someone had been studying very hard there. Nathan slowly walked over and flipped through the books. Psychology? He frowned as he took in the room. He saw a lot of books on the shelf that didn't belong to him. His gaze was locked on the titles. "Best Ways to Handle Toxic People". "The Key to Overcoming Nasty People" "Foundations of Psychology" Nathan's lips curled slightly as a smirk played on his face.

I brought out my favourite book, a self-help book. Scanning through reading out a passage from the book we were given at the counselling program I attended the previous day, I was in the middle of that when a message popped up from Thane, I opened it, and to my utter bewilderment, he had sent me a picture of himself half naked!

I said, grinning from teeth to teeth like a child. We walked into the library. It looked like it had been a while, since it was in use. We went through several sections which included, finance, self-improvement, ethics, business amongst all. I caught a glimpse of a book I had been wanting to read, “Atomic Habits” by James Clear. I picked it immediately, and started going through it. After a while, I noticed I wasn't hearing any sound from the cook. I looked around and found her wiping tears off her eyes with the hem of her apron.

Does he think this is some game, walking in here like nothing happened like he didn’t shut me out and hurt me? I finally reach the row of shelves stacked with books, the bold label ‘SELF HELP’ hanging over the top. I stop there and fold my arms over my chest, not turning to look at him. He wanted a book on second chances and forgiveness? Well, here’s a whole damn section full of them. “I don’t know which one to go for. I think I need a little expert help,” his voice comes from just behind me, too close. It brushes the back of my neck and I can feel him right beside me, close enough that his scent wraps around me.

He sighed from the other end and gone was his playful mood, “I can’t believe how you hold it together, Rach. I mean, your childhood was a legit trauma. I don’t know how you got past it.” “Well, I convinced myself that it’s the way of life so it doesn’t affect me anymore. Practice makes perfect.” “I would’ve been depressed.” “Who said I wasn’t? But then, ‘there are no limitations to the mind except those you acknowledge’ and it changed my life.” “By developing sarcasm?” “Yep.” That’s the thing about mental illness. No amount of self-help books will help you. Well, it would be wrong to generalise it like that but for me, no book, podcast or therapy helped. I was convinced that it had become a

I chuckled, she must be hungry and I don't have the heart to wake her up unless she wakes up herself. I picked up the book I was reading. It's a motivational book titled 'FINDING MYSELF'. After the birth of my child, I was so down that I thought I had everything under control. I almost lost myself in the whole thing. I was glad I have Martha and Bella who helped me out through the whole process.

Ryan leans back, staring out the window at the fading city lights, his mind a jumbled mess of frustration and exhaustion. He feels Emily’s hand creep over to his knee, but he doesn’t respond, too tired to even muster up a reaction. ~~~ Later that night, Ryan sits up in bed, the dim light casting shadows over the pages of a self-help book. How to Avoid Divorce: A Complete Guide for Reconnecting. His eyes skim the lines with mounting frustration. The author seems to dance around the real issues, suggesting small acts of kindness and communication strategies, none of which feel remotely applicable to his fractured, turbulent life.

Terrence took the books from Zane before he could stop him, annoyed as he looked at the titles. “All of these are relationship books,” Terrence said slowly, raising his eyebrow as he looked at the big one about how to romance a woman. “Yeah? So what?” Zane snapped and took the books back angrily. “I didn’t know you were seeing someone,” Blake said, sounding a bit hurt. “I’m not,” Zane admitted. “Then why the books?” Marcus asked curiously. Zane wasn’t going to let his brothers make him feel foolish for buying self-help books. At least he knew he needed help. Terrence had been lucky to get a wife like Christine, and Blake and Marcus were too busy with work to care about anything except hookin

I begin scanning titles desperately, hoping to find something useful. Maybe something like: How To Stop Embarrassing Yourself By Flirting With Straight Men. Or perhaps: Self-Control: Please, For The Love Of God. Nothing. Not even close. I feel deeply offended. There is absolutely a market for those books. I cannot possibly be the only person suffering from this very specific life crisis. Rachel drifts down the aisle behind me, pretending to browse