Reading Is How I Return to Myself

Some days feel scattered—too many tabs open, too many thoughts racing. On those days, I reach for a book. Not to escape, but to reconnect.

There’s something grounding about turning pages, feeling the weight of a story unfold slowly. No pings, no pressure. Just words—thoughtfully placed, quietly powerful.

Reading reminds me that it’s okay to pause. That depth matters more than speed. That stories, even the quiet ones, can change how I see the world—and myself.

So I keep coming back to books. Because no matter how far I wander, they bring me home.

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