I don’t know how to properly start or what I’ll even write. I’ll just shoot straight to my question hoping some insights in the comments help me feel less alone. Has anyone ever felt a stab in the soul while they read a book?
Now, I have read so so so many books but I never felt a stab in my soul while reading. Two days ago, I accepted to review a book and the Arc was sent to me. I was excited to read this book because I was looking forward to learning a lot from what promised to be an insightful book. The thing is, it is so insightful it stabs my soul. For all the reading I love and can do, I haven’t been able to go past chapter two.
The brilliant book titled High Tide Low Tide…on being best friends with someone diagnosed with bipolar disorder… is staging my soul. I would love to read it all very fast and get over it, but I can’t seem to go past a paragraph without having to stop, deal and heal and wish and wail in me. Oh Lord, will I ever have a best friend like Martin in the book? Oh Lord, will I ever be the kind of friend or best friend he is to someone diagnosed with a mental illness? Oh Lord, why didn’t I know as much when my brother was still back home with us?
I really don’t know how to help myself sometimes like now…anyone felt like this? Anyone has any suggestions?
Thanks in advance