Reading and books have been an escape for me for as long as I can remember. No matter what was going on in my life, I could always turn to the soft pages of a good book. I would get lost in other worlds as I became other people.
No matter where I would go, I would have a book in hand. Last summer I would leave for work early so I could go sit by the water with the newest vampire novel, and stay there til the last possible minute.
Lately for me, that isn’t the case. I thought I was alone until I read an article on depression and reading, over on Book Riot. Once I read it, I felt some relief.Someone out there was feeling the same way as I was.
Last year I talked about dealing with depression. Since then, I have seen my doc and I have been on medication for about five months now. I feel a lot better in a lot of ways, but not when it comes to reading.
It feels like that part of my brain, the part where my love of books and passion for the written word lives, is numb. Like somebody flicked a switch. Now I am trying to flick the switch back. But the fecking thing is stuck.
Not having the…mindset to read is a first for me. I don’t like it. It has also impacted my writing. I am happy knowing that I’m not the only one with this problem, but it is an awful one to have. I need to figure out how to get my reading groove back. Do I wait and hope that the meds will help, like the doctor said? Or is there something else I can do?
If you have dealt with reading and depression (or even writing and depression), comment below.