Heal me Today

I’ve always been a huge fan of books. As a child, I gravitated toward heavy literature — not because I had to, but because I wanted to prove to myself (and maybe to others) that I could understand these complex stories and draw my own conclusions from them.

Now, looking back, I’m glad I had that drive — and even more grateful that I’ve passed on this passion to my daughter. Books have become our shared treasure.

For me, time spent in a bookstore or library never feels wasted. It’s like stepping into a sanctuary. Books help me escape when I’m feeling low, lift my thoughts away from everyday worries and awkward moments, and often leave me either laughing or crying — sometimes both. Reading is one of humanity’s most amazing inventions, and the ability to write and read still feels like a kind of magic to me.

Sometimes I think I like books more than people. That thought led me to search for a book club in my town — something I know is common abroad, but I wasn’t sure if it existed here. To my surprise and joy, I found an active one close to my house. Sadly, it was already full. But they kindly pointed me to another club in a different part of the city, and there was a spot available.

For the past two months, I’ve been a proud member of that book club. We meet once a month — I wish it were more often, but even this one hour gives me so much. I look forward to these meetings where I can think about nothing but books, share thoughts, and connect with people who love reading as much as I do.

This little ritual has brought a new kind of joy into my life — a sense of belonging, inspiration, and self-connection. I feel more like myself again.

Do you also have an activity that fills you with happiness the way reading does for me? Let me know in the comments — maybe we can inspire each other with new ideas.