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I'm Officially Done Reading Self-Help Books
They're just not doing it for me anymore
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Not long ago with the lights off, reading from my dimly lit Kindle, I came to a realization thatās been a few years in the making:
Self-helpās just not doing it for me anymore.
This is a big deal because for the past decade Iāve been immersed in that world. Iāve read BY FAR more self-help than any other genre, probably combined. Iām honestly afraid to go back and count how many Iāve read, so Iāll just say āscoresā of books over the last 10 years (even though itās likely in the hundreds).
For the longest time, Iāve held onto the idea that I needed to read self-help in order to improve myself. I felt like if I wasnāt reading about it, I wasnāt learning, growing, or changing for the better.
But alas, I think Iām finally hanging up my cape.
Hereās why:
I donāt need self-help anymore
The Untethered Soul was my first foray into self-help. I was 21, maybe 22, and it was recommended to me by my therapist at the time, who was helping me discover that I was, in fact, an anxious wreck.
I remember that book blowing my fucking mind. Every chapter, every sentence was an epiphany. After years of struggling with my inner-self, that book turned my world right-side-up.
Last year, more than 10 years later, I picked it back up from my bookshelf and started reading it out of nostalgia. I cringed at least 5 times during the opening chapter. I couldnāt take it. I slammed it shut and put it back on the bookshelf where itās stayed ever since.
I remember thinking, āHow did that ever have such a huge impact on me?ā
But thatās the beauty of self-help. Itās there for you when you need it most. When youāre lost, feeling down, or just starting to figure things out. For me, it was a mandatory stepping stone to self-care and getting a handle on my anxiety.
For the last 10 or so years, I think Iāve just been holding onto it because I didnāt want to let it go. It was that important to me. But I donāt need it anymore. Iāve reached the point where the returns Iām getting are greatly diminished, if there at all.
Yeah, Iām beyond grateful for everything itās done for me and for making me the man I am today, but itās time to let it go.
It all starts to feel the same
Great self-help books are extremely hard to come by. A few of my favorites that Iāve read over the years are:
The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck by Mark Manson
Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert
Canāt Hurt Me by David Goggins
10% Happier by Dan Harris
Iād consider these the best of the best. Theyāre self-help, but unique in their angles and storytelling. Enjoyable reads with a healthy dose of reality. Yet still, you can narrow down each of these books to one singular message:
Youāre responsible for your life and happiness. Get off your ass and go do it.
My first few years reading books like these inspired me. I made huge changes that Iāve stuck with to this day. I exercise daily, I write and create, Iām vulnerable, I ask for things I want, and always try to take time to smell the roses.
Today, they just donāt have the same impact on me. It feels like Iām slogging through these kinds of books just to make it to the end. I know Iām not going to learn anything new ā just more boxes to check off my reading list to tell my internet friends.
Not exactly a goal worth striving for with my reading habits.
What will I be doing instead?
The idea for this article actually spawned from a Twitter reply I sent to Alice LemĆ©e a little while ago. She said swapping out self-help for fiction was one of the best decisions sheās made this year.
I told her this:
She came back with this:
Which is exactly what Iād rather be doing than reading self-help. Obviously, I canāt be going out and doing things at 10 PM during my bedtime, so reading fiction has become my main replacement for the habit.
I find fiction far more enjoyable to read. It takes me out of my head and into obscure, faraway worlds. Iām not naively waiting for that one snippet of information to change my life. Instead, Iām on an exciting journey that gives my mind a break from all the daily struggles. Iām generally sad when I finish a fiction book, not happy that I never have to read it again.
Daytime is a different story, however. Rather than give up self-help completely, Iāve decided to start doing two things (which have so far worked out extremely well):
Get my "fix" by actually doing what all those books recommend ā making shit happen for myself. Iām going out and trying new things, talking to people, building relationships, exploring, adventuring, and working on stuff I enjoy.
Reading shorter-form essays. I'm currently compiling a list of a TON of awesome essays that take much less time to read and are far more impactful. Note that only 10% or so of the essays I've been reading technically classify as "self-help" but still wanted to mention this. Essays have been pretty great for me since most books should probably just be blog posts, articles, tweets, etc anyway. Looking forward to sharing this list someday.
My self-help journey isnāt over. Itās just evolved from reading to doing.
Best,
Jason