When I was younger, reading was one of my passions. I could devour multiple books in days. I was always good at visualization and reading brought me a pleasure like no other. But as my depression became worse, I couldn't concentrate anymore. I would reread sentences until they became meaningless. I became so tired and sad all day that reading became impossible. I missed it, but I couldn't handle it anymore. Recently I remembered how much I loved the book The Giver as a child. They make you read it in school and it became my favorite book of all time. It's short and I decided to give it a try. It took awhile. Longer than it should've. But I just finished it. And I'm proud of myself.