pickI love this book. I read it every year. Leo Tolstoy‘s Confession is a deeply personal account of his battle with depression and search for meaning. He describes feeling lost, overwhelmed by doubt, and consumed by despair, even contemplating suicide. Yet, through his struggle, he eventually finds hope in a simple, faith-filled life. While I‘m agnostic I am envious of people of faith. People who have true inner peace. I can‘t imagine the feeling.
TheBookHippie Having battled over 50 years- 30 of them 😵💫 really tough ..I finally became at peace with this is me. It makes me fight so much harder for everyone and has given me empathy in spades and the ability to survive. I just try to be light in and of itself, and always strive towards it. I am not religious either but my grandmas faith is a warm place to land most days in the food, and way of being light for all. I like this book too. Stubborn helps🙃 7d
MegaWhoppingCosmicBookwyrm I grew up religious. I would gladly trade ignorant bliss for enlightened sorrow again and again. I may not have the inner peace often depicted by some believers, but I didn‘t have it back then either. I am happier now in my lonely misery than I ever was when I thought an “all loving” deity was doing this to me on purpose. 5d
