I’m working on one now, a book that is just so hard from me to get through. Ugh. It’s a memoir basically, about a family that experienced hardships and tragedy I cannot fathom.
I read every book I design, but some are sooo hard to get through. I found myself nauseous reading part of it; it is so tragic, it made me physically ill. I’ve found I have a particularly hard time reading about any tragedy involving children, or sexual abuse of a child, or abandonment. My mind wanders to my own children and the overwhelming instinct to protect them from any and all harm takes over. I start imagining the horror of what my unexpected death would do to them and what it would mean for their lives. And I could go on, and on, and on. Which is why I don’t choose to read this type of book. I will undoubtedly have nightmares tonight.
I’m only halfway through. I look everywhere for distraction and for some sort of comfort to help me carry on.
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