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alittlebitofpcos:

alittlebitofpcos:

I used to be that person who read two 400-page books a week. Now I carry around a book with me everywhere I go to try and remember what it feels like to feel that connection within the pages because I can’t concentrate to read further than a paragraph, or remember it, for that matter. Every time I see someone engrossed in a novel, it’s bittersweet, because I miss what it is like to get lost in the written word. I just want to be able to read like that again.

I was not expecting so many people to relate (in different ways) to a post I made in frustration towards my mental illness making it impossible to read, and truly enjoy books like I have since childhood. It’s nice to know that people can relate, and understand what it is like.

I’m always saying I used to be smart before I got sick. It’s hard being reminded that your concentration and cognitive abilities will never be what they once were.