When Words Aren’t Enough

I’ve been in just a mire of drama lately in my personal life, this blog and the bookish community has been a great escape, but when I get under this sort of pressure I tend to slump in my reading.

Sometimes, just sometimes, words are not enough.

I sit here, and I want to write reviews, I want to think of something cleverer to say than to gripe about my life and I find that not only are the words not enough in my books but they’re not enough in my own writing and I’m so sorry but I thought if any of you all were feeling or felt like this lately that this post may help you feel less alone in your situation.

I’m facing an unexpected international move, and so many things are unknown that I’m just sitting here staring into space a lot feeling overwhelmed lol.

Random less ‘important’ things are rolling through my head, ‘how will I blog from my new place when the internet is so bad? Can I do up enough posts to last me a couple of months?’ ‘I just got my new book shelves up, finally happy with them and now I have to move all my books again’ ‘how will I pick which books I’ll keep from storage?’ ‘What do I do about the UK preorders I sent for books that will come out after I move?’

And at the heart of it all, I’m wondering about my family and how we’ll get this all done in so little time.

I have like two months and a week to try and get done what I did in a year prior to moving, and I am not sure how I’ll fare once the reality of it hits me when I’m no longer in the place I call home, our first house we’ve bought, the area where I planned to raise my spawn for the rest of her childhood.

Good news? I’ve got a very good support system where I’m moving, so that takes some of the scary aspects out, and I’m very fortunate in that way. So I consider myself lucky even if my situation’s not at the moment. I get to take my dog, and my books, I get to be around family, so, while things are overwhelming, there is this silver lining, I’m just not quite ready to accept it and let it calm me yet lol.

So, maybe right now, words aren’t enough for me, I don’t have enough of them in me or the ability to take them in from the pages, but, if that’s the case for you too, no matter what you’re concerned about, know we’re in this together in some small way.

Also, I would love to hear what your comfort reads are, regardless of how you’re feeling if you’re up to sharing them with me.

My comfort read tends to be The Hunger Games trilogy, so I may be reading that soon and putting my tbr to the side.

Any tips for moving books? Or even on cataloguing them?