The Lonely Library

Hello people, this is my first ever entry. It’s not very exciting. This is the journal I plan to keep now I’ve made the decision that something really needs to change in my life and I need to pull myself together.

I hate to leave the house, the thought of it leaves me with dread. I do it because I have to, for work, to be a parent and to at least put on a show of being vaguely OK.

In reality I have debilitating depression. I avoid seeing people when I have to. I avoid everything that isn’t essential to keeping myself and my child alive, and a roof over our heads.

Books are my escape. I love them. I read a lot, and I’ll read pretty much anything. Most of the books have been purchased from eBay, donated to me by friends or come from charity shops.

Books let me forget myself and escape to another world. They have quite literally saved my life so many times. I’ve never been suicidal with my depression or wanted to hurt myself but I have lost the motivation to keep myself well and healthy. Books pull me back from the edge when I get like that.