A friend once nicknamed me “The Hurricane” because chaos brings out the best in me. Although she said it with a fond smile, she did not realize the double edge sword that this was as I blew threw and destroyed all the relationships I had held dear. My life self-destructed as I found myself painful divorced, disowned by my four kids, and living homeless. My mothers voice rang through the back of my head, “when you aren’t feeling good about yourself, the very best thing you can do is to help someone else”. I immersed myself in learning, and patiently took careful notes during the recovery from severe depression in the hope that I could teach others how to discover their own specific “Arrow of Pebbles”: the flight path to victory that I am confident will guide every out of the darkness.
My book, Dogfighting Depression is an extension of myself, given so that you will run with the pack instead of facing the escalating shadow alone. There are no solo missions! Do not think that beating back depression is either!