READING books is helping me a lot to cope with grief. After my wife died, I kept on consuming books obsessively, in an attempt to have anything that would fill in the time where I could possibly think about my loss. Keeping myself busy days after my bereavement was a pain reliever. I was loneliest when I was not reading.
I read mostly fiction, and there
was a time during this period that I scoured bookstore shelves and e-books lists for
any helpful grief books, hoping that they would give me wisdom to help me
better understand my experience, and that they could speak to me on a personal
level in the quiet solitude of my darkest days. A kind of a lifeline to carry
around.
But I got no success, or perhaps
I didn’t search well. I’m not the religious type of a person, and I’m not so
much into reading inspirational books, though I have read a few of them.
