There Is Nothing Wrong With You

Trash your self help books and embrace you for you.

This summer I made a bold and glorious choice to stop reading the self-help genre of books. I have fully embraced the world of fiction (trashy beach novels to be exact) and it has turned into everything I needed it to be.

I have found my love for escaping into a novel again.

I found my love for reading because reading books is sexy. Reading books that have tasks for me to do, lessons for me to learn and a healthy dose of ‘you are not good enough’ is not the vibe anymore.

When I was a kid I would go to the library and take out a stack of books. I would pedal home on my one speed bike as fast as I could. I would meticulously stack the books in the order I wanted to read them. I would settle into my twin bed in the room I shared with my 2 younger sisters and escape into whatever fantasy I had chosen for that week.

This continued throughout the entirety of my formal primary education.

Looking back on it now, it was an escape — at the time though, it was just what my introverted self knew as entertainment. I was too shy and too anxious to make friends and I was never allowed to go out. So I read, and read, and read.