This is me. This has been me since February 2020 when I realized I needed to act, to do something different in order to survive my suicide-adled family. I dove deep into bibliotherapy and, truthfully, I haven’t stopped. I turned to books. I looked for stories. Books and grief narratives and trauma research and other types of books—these all are the reasons why I am still here. Why I am still learning and healing and growing despite all the trauma.
I resonate with so much here. Bibliotherapy has played a huge role in saving me from terrible heartbreaks and a near nervous breakdown.