This is a different experience I don't even know i have few days ago but I READ WHEN I DONT FEEL LIKE LIVING MY LIFE OR I AM KINDA SAD OR DEPRESSED.Like When everything is going perfect in my life my studies are going fine i care about everyone I am living my life I am playing sports I am with my friends i never thought of reading then. I think then I should read it's been few days but when I open the book I can't get the attention I can't get the energy which I am asking from the book but when life is fucked up I don't like talking to anyone I don't like going to outside or hangout with friends I am sad then I don't have to say to me to read i automatically open a book and start reading for hours like it's an escape even when I think then reading is so much fun i like reading on my depressed days so why not read everyday same 2-3 hours but no I can't when life is going good I don't care about reading, reading has become for me a escape. I don't know it's a good thing or not but then I forget my life and start living the characters life. I feel like I will read whole day fuck the life fuck the resposnbities I don't like living my life. I don't know how many others feel like reading like that but for me it's not a hobby anymore it's something else.
by Book_Lover_fiction
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Coping mechanisms are fine. Getting your mind off your worries or depressed mood for awhile is fine. Reading to distract yourself for awhile or because it makes you feel good when you’re depressed is fine.
As long as you’re not neglecting responsibilities long term (putting things off for a few hours is usually okay) or truly believing the fictional world is your life, I think you’re okay.
Damn, I actually feel this so much.
It’s weird how reading becomes less of a fun thing and more like… survival, yeah? Like when life feels good, books are the last thing on your mind. But when everything’s falling apart, you’re in the middle of a storm, suddenly reading is the only thing that makes sense. Like it’s the one place you can breathe without being expected to smile or function.
It’s not just a hobby anymore it’s like a safehouse. You slip into someone else’s world so you don’t have to deal with your own for a while. And I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes escaping is what gets us through. Honestly, some days books are the only reason I get through the day at all.
You’re not alone in feeling like that. It doesn’t mean you’re doing anything wrong it just means life feels heavy sometimes, and you found a way to carry it.
But also, you deserve a life that doesn’t always need escaping from.
You’re not weird or broken for needing stories when it gets dark. You’re just human. And you’re allowed to lean on whatever gives you peace.
It’s way more common than you think.
I totally get this. Books have this weird power to just completely transport you when life feels overwhelming. It’s like your brain gets a break from all the stress and you can just exist in someone else’s world for a while. Definitely more than just a hobby when it’s keeping you sane, you know?
I experienced this exact thing after my dad passed. I didn’t want to live in this world so I read all day every day to escape. It’s not the most healthy coping method, but the alternative methods of escaping are grim to say the least. Keep reading, keep healing.
I’ve read to escape the ugliness of existence for as long as I can remember. How does the song go? “The best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep”