All The Therapy a Person Needs
Excerpted from For Once In My Life by Colleen Coleman, ©2018:
I’ll spend the rest of the day tucking into a book from my towering TBR pile which looks like a little paperback city on the either side of my bookcase since I ran out of space on the shelves. I tried to have a clear-out a few months back but just ended up rediscovering favorites and, in the end, I threw out nothing. I couldn’t bear to. My books were there for me when I had no one else. They didn’t force me to open up or pressure me to pull myself together. They calmed me down, kept me sane, helped me clarify my thoughts and most importantly, did so with infinite patience. And sometimes a little solitary reading is all the therapy person needs. It’s one of the many things that annoys my mother about me– she can’t understand how I love nothing more than snuggling up all by myself with a novel. She says it’s ‘closing myself off to the world.’ I say it’s entering a new one.
What I love about the last two sentences is that both people are correct.