The Endless Pit Of Self Help Books

This is what i like to call my book shelf. The endless pit of self help books. From how to make more money, how to not give a fuck, and how to crush anxiety. I love all of them. They make me feel inspired and motivation and give me advice to get through anything in life. Every book i ready always manages to align perfectly with my life in that moment and i think that is so awesome!

Now I know self help books aren’t everyone’s cup of tea. For awhile books in general weren’t my cup of tea at all. Everyone has that one thing that they love. For some people it nerdy science books, story’s about love, or horror stories that scare the living daylights out of you. I’ve always wanted to be that person that loves reading and that could sit and read for hours and love every second of it. I’ve definitely become one of those two things.

Although my attention span can’t quite keep up with all of my dreams, at least I have a love for books that just keeps on growing. It keeps growing because I found a genre I truly love which makes reading easy.

In my mind reading used to be one of the hardest tasks for me. From being forced to read so many books in school I began to resent it. I couldn’t focus on the words and my mind would wonder. I would start to think about what I was going to eat for dinner, or the TV show I was watching, or what I would do on the weekend. Maybe that was just my anxiety taking over my mind but it was still hard. Getting to decide the books I’m reading gives me so much more hope. I feel at peace with reading and with the endless self help books sitting on my shelf waiting to be picked.