Saturday, January 25, 2014

How Books Saved My Life.

I don’t talk about this kind of thing very often, but I just wanted all my followers to know.
As a child, I grew up in an abusive home. I suffered mental, physical, and emotional abuse at the hands of my mother and siblings, and I’m still suffering for it now, believe it or not. I used to be athletic when I was a child—I loved sports, especially basketball, running, and swimming. Countless times I begged my mom for a chance to try. But she’s always been very overprotective, and as a result, I got turned to books.
I never had to ask for books. We always had plenty of them and our local library was right around the corner, so I could always walk if my mom didn’t want to take me. At first it became a crutch, a way to escape when I was told no or when I was being picked on. But then I fell in love with it. Harry Potter was the huge part of why I loved reading—and still do, now—and what made my home life bearable. To this day, I try to read the whole series once a year. I grew up with Harry, and with Harry came other doors in my childhood: classics, mysteries, fantasies.
Now I realize that I may do it a lot, but now I don’t need to use it as a crutch anymore. I read less now than I do in my entire life, now that I have my husband, best friend, and the rest of my family. I can honestly sit here and tell you all that if I hadn’t had my books when I was younger?  I may have hurt myself or someone else, and it made me love reading, and writing, and my goal now is to become a writer and have other people read my stories, so I can provide comfort to those in need.

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