That’s it! Summer is swinging in motion and not a textbook in sight – great feeling isn’t it?!
Now things are coming back to normal or close enough to it; we recommence back into our busy lives rushing to places or chasing the bus that’s 20ft ahead. But hang on a minute, there’s a certain thing we sometimes neglect when we’re “on it like Sonic” and that’s our mental wellbeing.
Ah, I hear you say; yes it’s all becoming apparent now. Nothing to feel guilty about because we all do it never intentionally neglect it’s just always in the back of our minds along with booking that delayed dentist appointment! I’ll put my hands up and admit since April I haven’t really stopped, apart from when my head hits the pillow at night.
So when I had a free morning to myself the other week I decided to wander off to my preferred place of peace and solace the local library. Apart from on-campus libraries do exist peeps! Found a book I’ve been meaning to absorb myself into for a few years so I thought no time like the present.
A true story, set during World War Two let’s give it a go, nothing to lose. Wow honestly can’t remember the last time I read a book that didn’t consist of ‘according to the diagram overleaf’ or ‘for your dissertation’ and had me completely engrossed. Reading until the early hours, on the bus even squeezed in a few pages before meeting friends for lunch I couldn’t put it down. When was the last time a book kidnapped all your free time? If you can’t remember then it’s been too long!
The humble feeling of picking up a book, sinking into the storyline and giving yourself a break from the reality that surrounds you is a great feeling indeed. We easily underestimate the power of the written word and how it can really help to build and aid our self-esteem and progression of living with mental health issues.
I finished this book about three weeks ago and still when I think about the ordeal that this particular person went through, it truly makes me feel appreciative and grateful for the little things in life. And if the pandemic has taught us anything it’s to appreciate the little things that we sometimes overlook and have taken for granted.
So if you have time no, I take that back; if you make time before you pick up those textbooks again, pick up the book on the shelf that keeps looking at you and let your mind rest from reality just enough for it to recharge those batteries.
And the book I’ve been referring to I hear you ask: The Tattooist from Auschwitz story of Lale Sokolov by Heather Morris. Thank you Mr Sokolov for sharing your story with the world. A real reminder of our own strength of body and soul.