There Is Nothing Wrong With You

That Girl Named Carol
4 min readAug 20, 2022

Trash your self help books and embrace you for you.

This summer I made a bold and glorious choice to stop reading the self-help genre of books. I have fully embraced the world of fiction (trashy beach novels to be exact) and it has turned into everything I needed it to be.

I have found my love for escaping into a novel again.

I found my love for reading because reading books is sexy. Reading books that have tasks for me to do, lessons for me to learn and a healthy dose of ‘you are not good enough’ is not the vibe anymore.

When I was a kid I would go to the library and take out a stack of books. I would pedal home on my one speed bike as fast as I could. I would meticulously stack the books in the order I wanted to read them. I would settle into my twin bed in the room I shared with my 2 younger sisters and escape into whatever fantasy I had chosen for that week.

This continued throughout the entirety of my formal primary education.

Looking back on it now, it was an escape — at the time though, it was just what my introverted self knew as entertainment. I was too shy and too anxious to make friends and I was never allowed to go out. So I read, and read, and read.

Later on in life I got into some pretty heavy books about rampant drug additcion and partying which is a story for another time. But nonetheless, I lived out that dream throughout my 20ies.

Even into university I read so much — in particular, in the summers. I had a book collection from the gawds. I’d go home for the summer and bury myself in classic literature. I would spend all my extra money on books and then regret it come the school year.

I wanted to be a writer.

At some point though, and actually at multiple points in my life, I purged my collection to donate for someone else to read. Moving around a lot meant cleaning house to make moves easier.

If there was ever someone you might call the a gypsy — it is me, someone who has had more addresses than my age. As I got older I thought this was something that needed to be fixed. But also because this meant moving pretty frequently it meant I was cleaning out my little shelf of adventures …often.

That Girl Named Carol

Retired barista and globe trottin’ English teacher turned (furloughed) flight attendant who is currently tryna live the dream she created on her vision board.