Note.

I started reading The Invisible life of Addie LaRue in 2023.

But it triggered me.

So I DNFed it.

I picked it up again in 2024.

And it saved my life.

It’s because of that book that I learnt how to navigate this weird reality that I’m existing in.

It helped me so much.

I felt seen.

There’s no such thing as a bad book.

It’s always, right book wrong time.

I buy so many books on a regular basis.

I don’t really pay attention.

Please don’t scrutinize me based on assumptions that are not true.

It’s extremely traumatizing.