![]() ![]() Here, 19 SELF readers and editors share the books that have helped them most when they, too, were going through some shit. And a book can transport you from the pesky thoughts antagonizing your mind and into an entirely new landscape in someone else’s magical, fictional world.īut I'm not the only one who has relied on comfort of the literary variety. Sometimes, for no reason they know of, people feel anxious. You can see your innermost feelings articulated on a page and think, Huh, I'm not alone. At least one out of every five people visiting a doctor complains of these or similar feelings. And that right there is a huge reason why guys are lonely. That’s the magic of books, isn’t it? You can find a sense of camaraderie in the author or the characters. Rather than try to become something they are not, many choose to isolate and withdraw inward. And perhaps most especially, they weren’t permanent. Instead, it helped me find comfort in knowing my feelings weren’t weird or surprising or outrageously abnormal. ![]() It didn't tell me to stop being upset or start thinking about something else. It did, however, make me feel less alone in what I was going through. Coping with stress, grief or the effects of trauma can affect your mood and mental health as a whole. The book didn’t magically lift me out of my slump that’s not how depression-situational or clinical-works. Many people might start feeling sad, lonely, and even angry after something traumatic happens in their lives. Naturally, I picked up a copy of This Close to Happy by Daphne Merkin, a decidedly unhappy memoir chronicling the author’s depression. Still, I grimaced at all the book suggestions I found that were remotely “feel-good”-my misery needed company. Feeling lonely after a breakup can be a painful and overwhelming part of ending relationships - but its normal, and youre certainly not alone in going. Not a physical one, because, you know, life, but something to get me out of my own head. I was frantically trying to get a diagnosis for something in my body that just wasn’t right, and the anxiety surrounding my health spilled over into every other aspect of my life (like work, and friends, and even just taking the train without crying.) Oh, and I was single so, it being January in New York City, not having a warm body to cuddle up to only amplified how much I really fucking hate the cold. Everyone has died and I think I’m lonely. Last year around this time, I was going through some shit, to put it delicately. ![]()
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