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It felt like detoxing without the juice. I ordered several books ranging from the ones on boundaries and healing to self-worth. I read for hours until my eyes hurt. From every book I read, I made sure to have several highlighted pages. I scribbled notes in the margins. I wasn't just passing time or doing something I didn’t understand; I was rebuilding something in me that had been caved in. I stopped taking calls from people, Ryan especially. I cooked my meals and danced around in oversized shirts. I played sad songs and happy ones. I didn’t stop myself; I let myself be angry, then grateful, and then tired.

“Hate them, let it burn. Just don’t let it burn you down. They don’t get to take that too.” I lowered my hands and looked at him. “Why do you talk like you’ve read every self-help book in existence?” He huffed a small laugh. “Because I have and they’re mostly bullshit. Except the part about feeling the feelings instead of drowning them. That one stuck.” I managed a watery smile, the first real one since the bedroom door opened. “You’re weird,” I said. “You’re welcome.” The DJ dropped the beat again, something faster and louder. The crowd surged toward the dance floor. I watched them move like they didn’t have holes in their chests.

The one thing that she turns to when she needs an escape from her reality at the moment. “You must have something.” Gabe prombts her. “An old, worn out copy of Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë that I keep in between my mattresses so that no one will find it and take it from me. Reading that book always brings me comfort.” And gives her hope. It makes her feel so much better to read it.

he said coldly. The therapist stood up, walked to his desk to pick up a book which he later handed to Melvin. "It contains some tip about psychology, I don't normally offer my clients this book but I noticed you're always busy, too busy in fact for our session. The second which is the most important I that, you might gradually forget the cause of the scars on your body, you might beat yourself too hard to recover the memories. It is a common case we find in patients that exhibit self injury acts. Further more once you feel a tense urge to hurt yourself again you can reach out to me or consult the book on some nerves calming exercise. I wish you the best in life Melvin" he concluded.

I looked at the sets of books that cost me thousands of dollars, and hundreds of hours just to read all of them. “Yeah, Izzy,” I said as I grabbed the set of Percy Jackson Books by Rick Riordan, and I could almost feel tears form in my eyes, “these books seem like they’re harmless, but I know in myself what they do to me, and I know how much these books affect me spiritually. I need to let go of these books and set myself free from myself and my addiction.”

Zach was back at work, leaving me alone as usual, engrossed in the pages of my book. I used the world of my book as an escape from the reality of being unemployed. It was a time to reflect on what I should be doing after being told to find myself. Perhaps, I am in a phase of healing, though I am uncertain about my next steps. I found solace in a cup of coffee whenever the urge to drink alcohol arose, a transition that has not been easy. Nonetheless, I am making an effort. I am working hard to embrace self-love and move past my past. I tried not to push away the few remaining people in my support system. The pages of the books I was reading were not enough. I am not the type of woman who can

What am I doing? And this is not about Richard, by the way. It’s absolutely unrelated. It’s simply my life. I need … I don’t know. A new direction. A different energy. There’s a book lying on a nearby chair and I reach for it. It’s called The Reverse Principle: Change Your Business Strategy Forever, and 10 million copies sold!! is stamped across the cover.

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!

Even Brian didn’t stop nagging me until I told him I could no longer handle it. “You sound so bitter right now,” Judith said, typing in her passcode as we stopped at her door. We entered her room, and I headed straight for her bed. I expected her to protest that the bed would only make me want to sleep instead of read but she didn’t. “I’m not sounding bitter, I just don’t like the way everyone is trivializing my decision,” I said, picking the biggest book from the stack of books I left on the ground. I read from a self-help book I had once read, ‘Eat-That-Frog’, that eating your biggest frog first would make eating the smaller ones easier.

“Alright, I won’t. I really want to quit drinking, but I can’t handle the nightmares on my own. I think I’d break in a day.” Red leaned backwards and immediately got into it. I know this girl like the back of my hand. If anyone can help me stay sober, it’s perfect, Sheryl. “Well, start by keeping a journal of everything you drink, or take that you know isn’t good for you. Schedule more one-on-one therapy and try to listen instead of just telling yourself that you already know this. Knowing your problems doesn’t fix them. That’s why you’re on antidepressants. Sign up for group therapy, maybe seeing people like you would help. And most importantly, remember that it’s okay to be scared. You’re