I used to read around 40 books a year. Reading was my escape, my comfort, and one of the few things that truly felt like me. But after some big life changes that happened last year, something shifted. I just stopped reading… I can’t focus, and nothing interests me anymore. I still have a beautiful collection of about 400 physical books, but I can’t seem to enjoy looking at them anymore. 😔
And the funny part is… I buy more books from time to time, hoping it will bring back that spark, but it just doesn’t. These days I mostly listen to audiobooks, but even that feels different. I used to love classics, mysteries, thrillers, and the darker, more unsettling stories that stayed with me long after finishing them. I LOVED THOSE!
What makes it harder is that I don’t really have anyone to talk about books with anymore. I used to love sharing thoughts, swapping recommendations, writing reviews on Goodreads, and just talking about books.
I am not really looking for advice… just wanted to share this with people who might understand. Maybe one day the love for books will come back.
Have you gone through something like this?
by Odd-Spirit-3
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Have experienced this before, but somehow I just started reading with my morning coffee and I’m back at it. As far as discussion is concerned, I’ve found a few friends with whom I can discuss my latest reads and I’m also planning on being active on reddit for the same.