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Ground yourself, Lydia. There is this book Dr Sana gave me the last time I saw her. A self help book. It’s by a woman who was dealing with depression and she wrote about her therapy sessions and her thoughts. I Want to Die, But I Want to Eat Tteokbokki. Every time I read it, something settles inside me. It makes me feel like I’m not alone in the chaos of my own mind. So I picked it up from the counter where I had left it and started reading.

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Ha, like I would even go to a party if my life depended on it. Should I take his apple laptop? Nah, not good enough, I know it would affect him but what the heck would I do with it that I can't do on my phone?. I need something which would affect him and benefit me at the same time. Don't look at me like that, I'm not selfish, he deserves it and it's selfLove tho. Munching on my favourite biscuit, an idea struck, *food* yeah food!. I jumped of my bed and did a booty shake. I can see your face now, told u am crazy.

The fact that we had no idea what we were looking for made things harder than they already were. In his room, I found endless books about self-care, self-love, emotional health, and healing. This is the strangest thing I found about Hickman since I’d taken an interest in his life. How can a man who owns an overflowed set of inspirational books hurt a kid like Bobby? This just doesn’t make sense.

A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.

She nod her head before I walk away to scan for books. "I hope there is that book that Dawson was referring to." I murmured to myself. I do not want to believe him when he said that I can only buy that book in New York. What an expensive outlet of reference he got there, that boo-hoo. Instead of finding that big book on the hardbound section, I notice a colorful book with green as a dominant on its book cover and its title kinds of catch my attention. "Buy Yourself the Fcking Lilies?" I murmured and started opening the book pages and saw some notes which made me conclude that it is a self-help book.

Yeah, the last few weeks haven't been too kind to me. There were a few good things that happened and like “motivation gurus” always say in such an intense manner, “concentrate on the positives”. While I was never a fan of these kinds of motivation write-ups, videos or even self-help books, I agreed with that. It never hurts to count your blessings. It never hurts to appreciate all the good things that have happened or are happening to you.

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.

Even though I’m avoiding him physically, he’s still creeping into my thoughts all the time. My phone rings, pulling me out of my book. It’s Friday afternoon after school. For the past few days, I’ve been making sure to come home early with one excuse or another so I don’t spend extra time with Cortney and risk running into her brother. I set down the self-help book I picked up on the way home — something about becoming a high-value woman and building secure attachment. I found the recommendation in a TikTok comment section and decided to give it a try. I can still remember the weird look the bookstore owner gave me when I paid for it, like she thought I needed real therapy instead. Still, I’

“Seriously, though. What are you even looking for?” I picked up a random thick book from the shelf just to shut him up. I didn't even look at the title. Could’ve been a cookbook for all I cared. I held it up and said, “Self-help.” James paused. Then blinked. Then burst out laughing again. This time he slapped the shelf like it was a drum, and I nearly slammed the book into his face. “You need help, alright,” he managed between snorts. “But I don’t think a fucking book is gonna do it, my guy.”