This weekend showed me (again) just how important reading and listening to music are for me. I learned how to read when I was four years old and since then it has been my most important leisure activity – a way of escaping every day routine and reality in general. When I’m reading I don’t even hear when someone’s talking to me, I just vanish somewhere between the pages. I forget to eat and drink (and no, it’s not just another way of harming myself), if a book is really good, I can’t stop and I don’t want to. I have to know everything about the characters and the author, it’s like an addiction but in a positive way.
As for listening to music – I was very lucky as both my parents have a great taste of music and I just grew up hearing all the songs that still touch me. I tried playing the guitar and singing – I’m not particularly good at either of them which made me sad for a long time but I still love doing both. Even when I’m empty or dissociated, music is the one thing that can still reach me and that’s what makes it so incredible for me.
I daresay that I wouldn’t still be here without books and music in my life – I wouldn’t like to imagine my youth without books that took me away to different places and I’m certain I would have snapped completely without the oppurtunity to feel and shout when a song caught me.
Yesterday was as perfect as a day can be – sleeping through the night (finally!), having a huge breakfast and spending the day reading on the sofa with cat and partner and chocolate. And in the evening we went to a beautiful concert…I actually felt healthy all day long!