Obsession

I am aware that my obsessive behaviors are purging in other ways.  For some reason, I have to read one book every day.  In the past few days, I have visited the library at least twice daily, walking there to get some exercise, finding solace in the outdoors, the movement, the fresh air, yet I don't take the time to enjoy my environment.  I literally walk the however many blocks with my nose in a book.  I enter the library with at least two books to drop off, and I peruse the aisles for more books to read.  I'm starving to read.  I want more and more, scared that if I stop, I will want to eat.  I feel naked without a book in my hands, words soaking my eyes.  I have anxiety over reading; tonight, I dropped off the book I read yesterday as well as the one I read this morning, and while I was there, I picked up nine more books.  I came home by 7:45, and I'm almost finished with a book called Appetites.  It focuses on anorexia.  I am so fixated on the subject of eating disorders.  I feel like I have to finish this book and at least start another book before I go to bed tonight.  The beast in the cage is rattling ... I'm so tired of living in my mind.