How Fiction Got Me Through 2020
It saved the whole year for me, really.
I don’t need to say that this year was rough. We know that. We’ve all known that.
But now that it’s ending, I was able to sit down and reflect on what it was that got me through the year, even in my darkest moments.
And, honestly, I wasn’t too surprised at the answer.
Fiction has always been there for me.
It’s always been there for most of us, I’d say. Ever since we were little, reading silently in our grade school classrooms, soaking in the imaginary worlds that were coming to life in our heads.
And that’s really something, isn’t it?
I think so. And, recently, I’ve rediscovered just how much love I hold for reading fiction.
Don’t get me wrong, non-fiction, self-help, books about honing your craft, I love it as much as the next guy — but it isn’t the one thing that single-handedly saved my year.
I was doing bad.
Nothing in the world felt right, I was dealing with personal issues, I had to move three different times, and everything constantly felt like it was falling apart.
Now, stay with me for this next part. I know how it’s going to sound.
