Thursday, May 29, 2008

A walk down (bad) memory lane

When I was 16, I started taking classes at a local community college. I was always the youngest person on campus, and I felt so out of place. I tried taking easy classes to ease myself into the whole scene, but it didn't help. I started feeling scared all the time, uneasy. It was like I lost all of my self-confidence and I started having panic attacks. I'd try to walk into class, and my heart would start beating faster, I'd hyperventilate, start to shake. I felt really claustrophobic. And I'd never make into class. I'd run and bury myself in a safe place. And for me, my safe place was usually the library. Surrounded in books, hiding in someone else's story.

Even when I was little, and there were problems at home, I'd dive into a book. I figured any story was better than my own. Like an ostrich sticking his head in the sand. Books can be really therapeutic and helpful ... but they can also be a hindrance. When they're being used as an escape route, when issues aren't being dealt with properly. I find it difficult to tell the difference these days.


  1. Hiya, 1st time reader here :)

    I dont think diving into a book is neceserily a bad thing, if it helps keep your mind occupied its not so negative.

    Tackling issues can be hard, you'll find the strength. **big huggles**

  2. I know what you mean. When I was younger and dealing with issues related to my parents' divorce, I often pretended I was just an actress in a movie or a character in a book that those things were happening to -- not really me. It was my only escape.


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