by federico91 » Mon Jan 23, 2017 8:10 pm
I think all the books are helpful to overcome the moment of depression, sadness, anguish, crisis, a book is a great company, I think a library is similar to an airport, Because when reading a book, one literally travels with his mind, to different parts of the world even at different moments in history, I think reading is the best way to get out of the daily routine, I like books self-help, personal growth, spirituality, it's like going to therapy, it's like doing a personalized therapy
Even I think it is better, because in therapy one can sometimes feel uncomfortable with the therapist, it lasts a short time the section, sometimes it is a section per week, change when reading a book one can be more thoughtful, alone, feeling more comfortable Because it is totally private and one has the freedom to think freely, and to experience memories and feelings, emotions, without having to tell someone else
Reading always helped me, obviously, no book does miracles, but they help a lot
Another thing that helped me a lot is to write, in a personal journal, everything I thought and felt, from the memories of the past, and to perform different exercises of catharsis, imagining for example that I was a child and could express what I felt about a certain Situation of the past, often childhood, childhood or adolescence is full of traumas, or situations lived where one did not know how to express themselves and were forgotten or repressed with a lot of emotions that one could not express, and do the exercise To write what one thinks or feels, or to imagine what one wants to say to someone who is not, is very liberating
I also served a lot, give or sell books, to generate more space, there is a saying in feng shui, which says that everything in the universe occupies a space and that to receive new things one has to get rid of the old
I remember that I did the same thing with what I wrote, I never accumulated it, I often wrote it, then I reflected a little on what I wrote, and then I cut the leaves, wet them with water, broke them and threw them in the trash
I did it for a privacy issue, because what I wrote had my deepest feelings and thoughts, and sometimes I felt embarrassed, or guilty of what I wrote, because my truth was relieved, and I did not want anyone to see it