I have to be honest. I am struggling right now with something very big and very disheartening, and I cannot say a word about it. Earlier this week, a Facebook friend linked out to a book blogger talking about being blog-silenced because of being unable to talk about the things going on in her life at that moment. I have no idea which blogger was talking about this. I linked out on my phone, was only able to read part of the post due to being on my phone, and I couldn’t find the link later. [ETA: Update – I’ve been pointed to the post in question.] In any case, this is how I feel right now. Silenced.
I haven’t been reading, and I’m not sure when I’ll start reading again. I’m just not in a good place for books right now. I’ve reached a point so low that not even books can comfort. (And no, I’m not talking about depression, and yes, I am working with a doctor.) There’s nothing, really, that anyone can do for me, but I wanted to say all this because I feel like I need to be honest. Most of the people reading this blog have been blog-friends for a very long time. I want y’all to have the truth, or at least as much of it as I can give.
So the blog might be a bit quiet in weeks to come. I can’t really say when my reading mojo will come back. I’m still here, though, quiet, reading your blogs even if I have a difficult time commenting these days. I’ll still be here when I reach the other side of this, whenever that happens to be. Love you guys.