I am having a bit of a rough time with ye olde bipolar disorder, so I can't undertake anything too lofty. My last seventeen million books were in the Stephen King Dark Tower Series (I only made it to the end of book IV, I’m not sure SK was too interested in his readers’ desire to keep reading this—but that’s probably just my taste), and the Liane Moriarty Everything-is-related-to-getting-pregnant-and-divorce-and-everyone-being-blonde-and-not-so-subtly-cheating-on-their-mean-spouses Series.
That last title is a loose interpretation of her opus.
The very last book I read was Anna Quindlen’s One True Thing, which was less readable than Still Life with Breadcrumbs, but more beautiful.
But it was still so very heavy for me.
Imagine carrying a refrigerator up the stairs alone while suffering from day-five of the flu. That scratches the surface of what I’m dealing with when I try to read anything too heavy, or too rich, while in this phase of bipolar.
So what do I do?
I re-read. And something funny. Currently, I’ve got Allie Brosh’s Hyperbole and a Half up on my Kindle App (because I can’t get to the store at the moment), waiting for me to figuratively crack it open and delve into her world of simple dogs and her younger self.
And yeah, it actually really helps that she writes about her own struggles with depression in a way that makes me laugh, and cry, and ultimately feel so very un-alone. Because maybe that’s what helps the most.
What about you?
Submitted October 26, 2017 at 01:55PM by cat-pants http://ift.tt/2haEwjk books
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