I have been reading self-help books, I know I hear everyones eyes rolling and you are all ready to click off this. However, I want you to think about it. Self-help books are created by those men and women that are just like us. Why did they write it and not us? I have read almost 15 of them within the last 2 months. I found myself stuck in a rut. I lied to people I love, I was depressed, I was constantly anxious, I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep but I knew that there was hope. Despite the fact that I knew there were millions of people out there telling me I could not recover from anything. I knew that I was not alone.
I have been struggling with depression and anxiety since 8th grade. My grandmother passed away and I felt lost. I remember the night I learned she had passed. My dad told us in my sisters room and he hugged us and said we were driving there in the morning. I went into my room and flipped through photographs of her and I cried. I couldn't believe that she was gone. I often times still cannot seem to grasp it. I am blessed to have a family that came together and loved us through the tough time. I was grateful for my best friends, Melissa and Paola that checked on me to see how I was.
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