Guys, early this morning I finished my sixth book of the year. To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. I have so many thoughts on it I’m making it my next video. But that’ll be for later. I have to talk about something else.
This was my sixth book of 2019, yes. But it was really my sixth in less than three weeks. I’ve already surpassed my entire 2018 of reading. In three weeks. I’m proud of that. Very much so. But there’s more.
I wrote just a few weeks ago about some of my personal struggles I haven’t been able to get over. Some of the feelings I just can’t quite kick. And guess what? Now that I’m reading a bit I’m feeling so much better and I don’t think it’s a coincidence. I’m foolish for not realizing it sooner.
I have two literary tattoos. I own something like 250 books. I have this. My YouTube channel. My IG. All about books. And I know y’all know about all of these things, but what I’ve somehow forgotten is just how happy books make me. Not going out on the weekends or any of the “typical” things people my age are supposed to do, but books. Sure I love traveling and playing Xbox and even hanging out with friends, but books make me, me. And I absolutely love that.
Johnny Reads 
Hahahaha! This is so amazing to hear! When my anxiety got unmanageable I knew I needed to get help because I was suddenly unable to read. Reading is such a key part of my sense of self and of my identity and I realised I didn’t know who I was anymore without it. I’m glad you are finding a piece of yourself back, one book at a time! Remember, there will be bad books and reading slumps ahead but reading (and books!) will always be there for you, if you let them. Always!
Congratulations!
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We’re the same! You’re so right! Reading and books will always be there. I gotta remember that.
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