As a kid I found comfort in reading. Authors validate characters' experiences and feelings in a way I've never learned to do for myself.
A woman comes home from a bad day, frustrated, and takes a shower to try and relax.
There's no questioning it. She is frustrated. It's on the page. It's real. It's valid. There's no questioning it. The author has stated it and so it is real.
Without someone to tell me otherwise, I just stay convinced when I'm hurt by something that I'm just being too sensitive or too dramatic or too selfish.














