That same day, I ran to a bookstore and bought a dozen books.
None of them were classics.
None of them were beneficial to my brain or written as "self-help".
But each of them was good for my soul.
Each of them let me get lost and turn off my brain. Live in happily ever afters and watch the drama unfold and then wrap up neatly, unlike the real world.
That day I stopped caring about what other people thought.
That day, I realized I needed to live to make myself happy.
There are only two times when my brain quiets down. Two times when the questions stop, the ideas pause, and my mind is blissfully silent.
One is when the music is loud and all-consuming.
The second is when I'm reading.