I finished a book. In fact, I have finished two books!!!! I love to read!
I’ve been an avid reader my whole life. After Ray died, I developed a problem with my ability to concentrate. I would start a book only to read the same sentence repeatedly and then finely put the book away, having lost all interest in it.
I spent hours reading while caring for my late husband. I read as he and I waited for test results, as I sat by his bed while he slept, and while he was having medical test or procedures done. I read and read and read some more. Reading was my escape from reality.
As a child, my mother would take my books away as a punishment. I still remember her putting them on top of the refrigerator out of my reach until my chores were completed. The point is, I love to read, and after Ray died, I lost my love of reading due to my lack of concentration. I thought my love affair with books was over.
Oh, how I hoped that as time passed my concentration in the reading department would return. I am so grateful that grief did not win this one!! PTSD did not win this one!! I’m reading again!!
I’m so glad you’re able to enjoy reading again, Cathy! It’s one of the great pastimes of life, and it helps us to experience so many things we wouldn’t otherwise.