Mercury is in retrograde (again?!) and I am drained. Summer is my least favorite season. I have suffered from migraines since I was young and the heat makes it even more unbearable. The humidity turns my mind and body to all but slush and saps all my energy and honestly there’s not much of it. Yesterday I took a grand total of four naps and not one of them was fulfilling. I do also have a cold so my body is fighting that perhaps but man, am I tired. Emotionally and physically I am drained.
My boyfriend broke up with me in the beginning of June and two days afterwards my grandmother died. To say the start of my summer has been rough is an understatement but then again my summers are never easy…In August it will be 11 years since my mother had her catastrophic stroke that rendered her paralyzed on the right hand side and unable to speak or walk. Since then, summers have always felt cursed.
I like to lose myself in a world away from ours. Books have always been a cheap getaway for me and a source of great happiness. Between the pages lies a host of characters, conflict, universes, and secrets that I can dissect and unravel. I love learning new words and exploring new places. These books make me want to go to these specific locations real or not.
Life is hard. I know this. I’ve lived it. It’s what we make if it ultimately that shapes who we are in the end.