Why I’m Not Reading Your Self Help Bullshit Anymore
I’ve been out of the Medium loop for a little while now. I am guilty of having too many irons in the fire and I had to take one or two out. Medium was one that came out.
With that, I passed over my pub Hopes and Dreams For Our Future to my sweet friend Cheney. I just don’t have the time anymore.
I’ve barely even had time to read anything on Medium. I used to devour self help articles, articles on how to do something ridiculously amazing, how to build your brand, and all other inspirational and motivational type stories.
I’ve even actually enjoyed some of your life stories. Honest I have.
But my reading time has been cut down so drastically I have to pick and choose what I want to read, meaning, I wanna read something totally different from what I work and do all day, which is self help stuff.
My 8–12 hour days are often filled with writing up self help blogs, guest posting self help blogs, making self help inspirational poster quotes and anything else self help related.
I eat, sleep, breathe and shit self help stuff.
I got so much self help information inside of me I should be fucking perfect by now. I should be. I’m not. 🤷♀️
Now don’t get me wrong. My mission in life is to inspire people around the world to be happy, let go of the shit from the past they are still chained to, jump out of your comfort zone and do cool shit and to embrace fears.
I truly want people to live a life they deserve.
But sometimes I just need to tap the fuck out of this self help inspirational blow sunshine up your ass world and slip into something else.
Something that will take my mind far far away from all that rainbows and butterflies stuff.
This is what I found
So one night I was mindlessly scrolling through Medium looking for something, anything, that caught my eye that wasn’t a “how-to be better make more money succeed in life get over your trauma live your best life” story.
And I found it.
True Crime. Hello!! How did I not know this category existed?? 🤦
I can remember being a teenager and all I ever read was True Crime novels. You could have asked me anything about any crime and I knew every little detail. I would read 2–3 books a week, go back to the used book store about once a month, return them all and trade them in for new used ones.
Eventually I lost my love for reading, became an adult and did life things. Reading was something I just stopped doing.
Fast forward to last year when I found my love for reading again thanx to Medium and all the great writers here!
Unfortunately after a year of diving in too deep I found myself drowning and had to come up for air. And take a break.
I took a break. A big break. I stopped writing and barely read anything anymore until one day I came back on here and found True Crime.
Be still my heart ❤️
I still love you
I just want to say to all my writer friends out here in Medium-land I still love you and think about you. I’m sorry I don’t read much of your stuff anymore. I had to tap out for awhile.
I had to take a breather.
I had to focus on other things in my life and online business. I had to focus my efforts on what truly matters most to me and calls to my heart, and that’s my website and my own personal healing journey.
I hope you understand.
I’m sorry I don’t support you like I used to but know that I think about you all and hope you are all doing well! ❤️
I’ll do my best to pop in every now and then and read one of your stories but for now True Crime has all my attention 😉.
Peace and love
xo iva xo