My Story

My passion is to change your perspective on depression and anxiety.  I started this journey on paper a year ago and in my mind about 20 years ago. My struggle with anxiety and depression was debilitating and daunting. The most discouraging part of my journey was the lack of help, resources and hopeless “self-help” books.

So I decided to change the conversation, it may be small, but it’s a start. I love laughing and I love life, but that doesn’t mean that my life has been easy. I lost my father to suicide at the young age of 12, and began my own struggle with depression at the age of 18. Years went by and was finally diagnosed at the age of 22. Three years later, I was bac on top and loving life. Nine years later, I got the shock of my life when I was diagnosed with post partum depression, after the birth of my son. Two and half years later, when my daughter was six months I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder. After getting this thorn in my side for the third time, I was mad. Out of that anger I chose to fight and fight I did. I refused to let depression and anxiety win, and they haven’t.

I hope through my candor and my struggles you too will find hope. A life without hope is no life at all. There is hope in depression, and I’m living proof.

My passion is to change your perspective on depression and anxiety.  I started this journey on paper a year ago and in my mind about 20 years ago. My struggle with anxiety and depression was debilitating and daunting. The most discouraging part of my journey was the lack of help, resources and hopeless “self-help” books.

So I decided to change the conversation, it may be small, but it’s a start. I love laughing and I love life, but that doesn’t mean that my life has been easy. I lost my father to suicide at the young age of 12, and began my own struggle with depression at the age of 18. Years went by and was finally diagnosed at the age of 22. Three years later, I was bac on top and loving life. Nine years later, I got the shock of my life when I was diagnosed with post-partum depression, after the birth of my son. Two and half years later, when my daughter was six months I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder. After getting this thorn in my side for the third time, I was mad. Out of that anger I chose to fight and fight I did. I refused to let depression and anxiety win, and they haven’t.

Sara