Self-Help Books

I have decided to come clean about my obsession with self-help books. I just can't seem to get enough of them. Not one particular author, but many and on many different aspects to fix my life. Its funny to me now to be writing this, because I am trying to figure out when this fascination started. I remember that one of the counselor I saw after my first panic attacks suggested a book on some topic. After I had read the book and completed all of the reflection questions at the end of each chapter I felt so completely empowered. Empowered to do so many things that I wouldn't allow myself to do. I had always convinced myself that I was afraid of things, such as heights, roller coasters, and anything else to fit the situation. Still glowing from my sense of empowerment and new found freedom, I went to Valleyfair with my best friends. I went on every single roller coaster, drop from the sky ride, and shoot you in the air ride at the park. I was on cloud nine.
As I sit here years later knowing all of the things that I have accomplished throughout the years of self-help book reading, I am a bit sadden by my subsequent choice to quit reading these books. I think I have been reading too much about the way things should be than experiencing the way things work for me. I appreciate all of the volumes that brought me to this place in life, even though there are not enough on how to deal with being fired from a job or dealing with the divorce of your parent, but I am respectfully not going to visit that part of the library or Barnes & Noble.
Hopefully, the amount of money I will not be spending in that section will not send it into foreclosure. For my sake, I am making the right move...freedom I am back again!
Now, if I could just get rid of my "to do list"....