My name is Danielle, I am 38 years old and I have suffered from Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Addiction, Chronic pain, and Degenerative Joint/Disc Disease since my adolescent years Please continue reading,
It’s a long story you see… I started abusing drugs around the time I was 13 but I truly didn’t become addicted until I was 16. I spent years in and out of rehab and jail really seeing no end to addiction. I was fully convinced I was going to die by the age of 25. I was perfectly okay with that really. I never had ambition or dreams. I thought the only thing I was capable of was being a drug addict. I liked that life as sad as it sounds. It was one thing I was good at. Being a drug addict. It wasn’t until 3 1/2 years ago when I just knew I needed more out of life. Continue Reading…
Alone In A Crowded World Have you ever felt like you are not even a part of this world? Like you are on the outside looking in? Have you ever felt so alone even when being surrounded by others? This is something I had lived with much of […]
It’s been a while since my last post, a long while. As some of you may know, my kids father passed away and then I got a promotion to supervisor. It’s been very hectic lately and I think I’ve become depressed. Most days I don’t want to go […]
Today is World Mental Health Day 2018, and today is also my dear friend Dyane Harwood’s book’s one-year birthday. 🎂 Yes, Dyane’s memoir Birth of a New Brain–Healing From Postpartum Bipolar Disorder was published one year ago today on October 10, 2017! We have a real treat for you guys today. To celebrate her books birthday, Dyane is giving away free PDF copies of her amazing book–and I highly suggest checking it out!
Today is World Mental Health Day 2018. Although this post is more for World Suicide Prevention Day (which recently passed), it is still part of mental health. This post comes from the author of Birth of a New Brain, Dyane Harwood. She is a new friend of mine and a “kindred spirit.” Even though this post is originally dated September 7, 2016, her loss is real. I am sure she holds a spot for her dear friend who battled depression like many of us, but unlike you and I, her friend lost her battle against depression.
Please continue reading, and let’s remember the people that we have loved and lost — not just today, but every day.