I don’t think it’s the Abilify… it might just be too much screen time. The brain tiredness, and headacheiness, and general lethargy could all be linked to my computer. I know I am an addict because even when I know I’m unhappy and uncomfortable, I can’t pull myself away.
Yesterday I spent much of the afternoon in bed reading Annabelle by Kathleen WInter. It’s one of those novels that is easy, so easy to read and to enjoy. There might be more intellectually challenging novels, but to me there is something incredibly precious about a book that is well written, a great story with great characters, and that you want to take to bed not to put you to sleep but to keep you reading into the wee hours, until your eyes dry out and your lids refuse to open. I so rarely spend time soaking in a novel these days or indeed, since I crossed the wild field of adolescence that it reminds me of childhood, that far away time when books were for devouring by the stack, like pancakes.
If a person wanted to cultivate an addiction, they could do worse than reading novels. They could be enslaved to email. If they’re lucky though, they can have a little of both… all the words they want, on screen and off. He who does not believe in heaven has never taken a novel to bed, or answered their email from his bubble bath.