Something about growing up in a toxic environment changes people. Childhood was not a particularly easy time for me. Suffering from childhood depression, there were not many escapes. Reading was one of my only escapes that I found from a young age. When learning the alphabet, I was picky about coloring my letter a specific way because colors corresponded with sounds …show more content…
I could read for hours and never get tired. I would regularly read all night when I lived in Colorado. In fact, over the duration of my parents’ divorce I would often be found in a corner behind the couch with a book. I would hide away in my own little world to make it feel like my life was together. My mother was malicious and my father was fighting a standard that men could not have custody of children. It was a drawn out fight that caused even more trauma for my young mind.
Now, I have found I do not read as many books as I used to. I still read quite a bit for school but I simply do not have the same amount of time that I used to for reading. I strive to read every day but it often ends in failure because I get so tired from work and school. My relationship with reading has definitely changed but that doesn’t mean it is no longer there. A day where I can just read all day is a day I dream about. Reading still relaxes me and is the perfect getaway from the world. I no longer need the constant escape from depression or abuse but the world is still