As a recluse, your list of possible hobbies is not substantial. Reading is one of those hobbies that require little to no human interaction. As my life deteriorated, reading was basically all I did, beside eating, sleeping, and the occasional social media distraction. I would read multiple books a week, and I really felt I was learning, despite the fact that I hadn't been to school for weeks. At one point I borrowed books from three different libraries, which I would not recommend if you are anything like me.
But now even reading has become difficult. I started on three books over a week ago and I haven't gotten anywhere. It's very frustrating, if I can't even read anymore, what am I going to do? When I think about it, that may be why I started this blog. I wasn't functioning and I couldn't read to get my mind off it, so I tried something else. Maybe this will be better for me, as I can actually confront myself instead of blocking out all of these thoughts. A lot of my problems stem from me not talking about it in the first place.
So, yes. This is a good thing. I'll make it so.