Recently, I've been reading some books like 
My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness, 
My Year of Rest and Relaxation and now 
I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki which fall into a perfect category that I can't really describe to. They all have the same root: a woman who is trying to heal, sadness, self-despair, melancholy, suffering but also hope, self-discovery and joy. What feels strange to me that I don't necessarily search for these kind of books, they just come to me out of nowhere. It's almost like they want me to find them and read them. Reading them makes me feel so good, so safe and so like myself. I find myself in every paragraph, every sentence and every word. I don't enjoy seeing other people suffer, but it is comforting to know that I'm not alone in this world. There are women somewhere in the world who feel like me, think like me, suffer like me and heal like me. It is not enough but it is still comforting. Sometimes I let sadness eat me alive. Sometimes I suffer. Sometimes I want to stop existing. However, there are other times that I feel hope, light and contentment. I love these kind of books which remind me everything will be okay.
