It has been a good... 7-8 years since I opened a book to read and it was the light version of Count of Monte Cristo (I love this story) and it was tough to get through it.
Brain is fried due to 20+ years of tiredness and stress and shuts down when it meets a wall of text, that included important letters from insurance companies and all adult letters that will come at you.
I get jealous of people being happy they find a good book and wanna talk about it. I mean, heck, I will gladly listen to a re-told version and be hyped up about it, but sad I can't read it myself.
I try read once in a while but it just turns to nonsens.
Writing still works though, but I guess it is under more control? I write out information from my own mind but someone else's mind is un-readable on paper.