Songs for Surviving Depression

ErinMusic2 Comments

I survive the cold loneliness of depression with music. Listen to my favourite comfort songs Sometimes, when depression is weighing you down like the heaviest anchor in the sea, all you have is the sound of the waves to comfort yourself. Or other sounds, like a song, even if it’s sad or depressing.

Because you know depression is real, and if depression is real then you are real.

Here’s a song I’ve been listening to all week. The video is sad too but it’s comforting to me. If you want to listen to the music without the video, you can do so here.




I’ve been curling up with some Janis Ian songs lately too, ever since I watched the replay of the premier of Saturday Night Live as part of their 40th anniversary celebration. I loved that they had this real and serious and sad singer on their premier.


Yeah, she’s very 70’s in her videos. The thing about feelings is that they’re real no matter the decade. Check out Janis Ian’s “In the Winter” track, too. It makes the lonely cold easier to bear.

What are your favourite comforting songs right now? How are you surviving this cold?

♥ Erin

ErinSongs for Surviving Depression

Six Reasons I Stopped Cutting Myself

ErinSelf-Injury20 Comments

I stopped self-injuring by cutting myself for my own awesome reasons that work.People keep finding my blog when they’re ready to self-injure but decide to search for help instead of engaging in cutting themselves. My words help them stay safe. I could not be happier about this. Stopping self-injury is one of my proudest achievements.

I tend to get nervous sometimes, worried that I’ll slip back into hurting myself if something really upsetting happens, but every time I hear about someone being helped on my blog I think, “Yes, this is exactly why I need to stay safe!”

My biggest tip in overcoming self-harm is to come up with your own reasons for not hurting yourself. When I was sixteen and had just started cutting myself, people often said to me, “Oh, but think about your wedding day! You don’t want to have scars show then, do you?”

That question made me feel a thousand times worse. For one, I felt unlovable and sick of hiding my pain to please other people. All I could think about when someone said “wedding day” was pleasing my relatives by being pretty in a white dress, instead of being honest about how I was feeling. Plus, I didn’t plan on getting married until I was an adult and that was still years down the road. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to live through the month, let alone into my adult years.

Now that I’m at the age of marrying, I have my own list of reasons why I don’t want to self-injure and my wedding day is not on the list. If I ever get married, I want to marry someone who loves me enough to see past my scars. These tips might have helped me more when I was sixteen.

Why I Stopped Cutting

1. I Need My Arms

Writing and making art are two of my most favourite things on the whole planet. If I couldn’t write anymore or shape paper with my hands, I would be infinitely sadder. The danger of cutting my arms never used to phase me, but now I think about how my life would change if I couldn’t use my arms like I do today. The reality of cutting is that you can damage nerves, tendons, everything under the skin. I don’t want to stop writing or crafting so I don’t cut anymore.

The same goes for any other part of my body. In the moment I might hate myself so much that I don’t care about the damage caused by cutting, but tomorrow, if I’m in pain, it’s going to add stress to me physically and therefore mentally. It’s going to make life harder, not easier. I don’t need life to be any harder.

2. New Scars Make Me Ashamed

I don’t like to worry the people in my life. If my family or friends see new scars on me, they worry. If I see new scars on a friend, I think to myself that my friend had such a bad moment that they felt like they couldn’t reach out to me. Then I worry that they don’t trust me. Then I worry that I can’t trust them if they don’t trust me. It creates barriers in friendships when friends self-harm. That’s not something I want.

3. It Doesn’t Fix the Problem

If I hurt myself, I’m creating more pain instead of dealing with my painful emotions directly. And yes, it fucking hurts to feel painful emotions. I cry, I shake, I get scared. But painful emotions don’t leave a permanent mark on me. They make me feel lousy for a while but they always always pass.

A bad feeling is like bad weather. It literally will pass. When it storms, sure, we get wet and it’s kind of uncomfortable and a little dangerous feeling, but we know that if we hold on for the next few hours we’ll be okay. It doesn’t mean a storm won’t ever come back, but it’s not going to last for the rest of our life.

Yes, whenever I feel awful I am worried that maybe this is the one time that my pain will last just this bad forever. But do you know what I heard from the direction of the Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder Program at Homewood Health Care Center in Guelph, Ontario? She’d worked with survivors of the worst kinds of trauma for over twenty years and not once did she meet a person who cried as long as they feared they would. The body physically can’t cry for more than a few hours, tops. Then it has to rest. And every single person she’d met in that program was worried that they would cry FOREVER. No one ever ever has. Yes, I fear that I’m the only person who ever ever ever might cry forever, but most likely, it isn’t going to happen. If it is, I’m calling up the people at the Guinness Book of World Records and getting fucking famous for it.

4. Self-Harming Makes Me Feel Like My Feelings Don’t Count

I started self-harming as a kid because I was so angry at myself for my feelings being hurt. My feelings seemed so much bigger than everyone else’s and people didn’t understand when I was upset. I hated that about me. I wanted to punish myself so that I didn’t feel hurt anymore. But punishing myself always made me feel even worse.

Now I know that my feelings matter. When I’m upset, it’s because I feel hurt. And do you know what? That counts! Why? Because my feelings are real. Feelings are the realest thing on this planet. If no one around me gets my feelings, it doesn’t make my feelings wrong or bad. We feel things because it’s natural. It’s normal. It’s part of being human.

If I’m around someone who makes me feel ashamed for being human, that isn’t a safe person for me to be around. So now I don’t hang around people who make me ashamed for being human. A lot of the time that means I’m alone, but I’m figuring it out. There are people out there who make me feel amazing for being human. You, my readers, are those people.

5. It Upsets My Dog

Seriously, one of the biggest motivators in staying safe is protecting my little furball named Digby. I don’t even know really if my self-harm upsets his little brain, but I know dogs pick up on emotions. I know they can sense danger and hurt. And if I’m in danger or hurting, my little dog might think that he’s in danger too. I’m his role model, his safety net. I want him to feel safe. So I stay safe.

6. I Don’t Want to Live in a World Where It’s Okay For People to Hurt Themselves

This is my favourite reason not to self-harm. We create our world. Every minute of every day, the choices we make influence other people. Even if we try to hide our self-destructive habits, they have a ripple effect. If we hurt ourselves, then we’re telling all the people around us that it’s okay to self-destruct. I am a role model, even if I’m surrounded by strangers.

You never know who is looking up to you. Every one of us is a role model. And I sure as hell don’t want to teach anyone that it’s okay to self-harm because I love everyone. I love other people more than I love me, but those things are connected. We’re all connected. I can’t hurt myself and then have this double standard where I tell other people that they shouldn’t hurt themselves. Because words aren’t everything. Actions speak much louder than words and people pick up on actions. Even when we try to hide them. I matter, you matter.


So those are my top six reasons that I think about the most when I think about cutting myself. And do you know what’s really cool about not cutting myself? I feel better overall. I really do.

I take my emotions far more seriously when I don’t self-harm. I write them down, I write in my journal, “THIS IS HOW I FEEL TODAY AND THIS MATTERS BECAUSE I SAY SO.” And I write about it and then I can let it go. If I want to go back to this feeling, I can look back on this day in my journal.

But most often, I don’t look back on what I wrote about today in my journal. I don’t look back on the sad stuff because I feel a lot of sadness and I don’t want to feel any more than I have to. I never forget pain but I don’t need to remember every thing that ever hurt me ever. That’s too much for one person. There will be more hurt tomorrow. But right now? Right now I feel okay. I want to keep feeling it.

No matter how many times you’ve hurt yourself, it’s possible to stop the habit. And it’s worth it. You probably won’t understand why it’s so worth it until you try not hurting yourself for a while. That’s the way it works. But it’s SO worth it, I promise. It becomes more worth it every day. You won’t know how good it can be until you try it. You deserve for things to be good.

You’re worth it!

Read my other posts about self-harm: How to Stop Hurting Yourself , Consequences of Cutting: Why My Coping Method Backfired, Self-Harm & Tattoos

♥ Erin

Did this post inspire you? Help me make blogging my full time job. Donations are never expected but always appreciated.

Donate Button

Keep track of me everywhere, I’m on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Google+, and Pinterest.


ErinSix Reasons I Stopped Cutting Myself

Making Wishes to Fight Depression

ErinFun22 Comments

Making Wishes to Fight DepressionSometimes all treatments for depression have their limits. Even when we’re doing all the things we can like exercising, eating well, taking our medication, going to therapy, hanging out with our pets, and doing self-care, we can still feel depressed and stuck.

Lately, I’ve felt depressed and stuck and really fucking sick of winter. Honestly, why does winter start with the letters W-I-N?

The other night before bed I felt super overwhelmed with my depression. I thought of writing down some of the day’s highlights for my Good Things Jar, but I knew that wouldn’t help my mood as much as I needed it to.

I actually needed a miracle. Screw logic! What do I really want? What can I wish for?

I reached for a pad of paper and came across the perfect paper for the occasion.

Here are my wishes. Of course I want millions of dollars, a cure for depression, a cure for cancer, world peace, and good food and clean drinking water for everyone on the planet. But I let myself be selfish, instead. What do I want right now?

Making Wishes to Fight Depression


That night, once I was in bed, moonlight spilled from behind my window blind right across my pillow. Then and there I wished on the moon. I wished on the moon instead of a star because I could see it, bigger and brighter in my night sky. The moon is reachable. Orbiting the Earth, it’s something I can count on.

Writing down your wishes connects your heart with hope and possibility, if only for a moment. If you hang onto that list and put it where you can see it, maybe some magic will enter into your life and bring you everything you need. You don’t know until you try.

What are your wishes? It may feel scary to look at them, but if you can think about thinking about your wishes, that’s a start.

I’m wishing for more wishes, for me and you!

ErinMaking Wishes to Fight Depression

Depression and Migraine Update

ErinChronic Pain, Day-to-Day Life23 Comments

My depression continues to be worsened by migraines which send me to hospital and make daily activities hard to doI haven’t felt like myself for over a month now. My depression and migraines seem to be ricocheting off each other, playing a game of “Let’s explode Erin’s head!”

The migraine pain is seriously cutting in on me doing my favourite activities. Strain on my eyes makes my head ache even worse, so I’m avoiding using my laptop, watching movies, reading, and texting. I’m barely listening to music. My life without books and music is not my life at all.

Without my favourite distractions, my depression is playing all its awful games and I have little energy to battle my thoughts of self-loathing. Even sunlight makes my head hurt worse and obviously that isn’t good for my depression.

I’m doing absolutely everything I can think of to change my migraines or lessen their severity even a little. I’m exercising, cutting back on caffeine, eating more fruits and veggies, and taking supplements. I’m not even styling my hair since a ponytail or braids strain my scalp.

I’ve been to Emergency a few times when my migraine lasts several days with no relief or gives me absolutely too much pain to tolerate. The nurses rehydrate me with intravenous solutions and doctors add medication to that. Otherwise I’m working closely with my family doctor to find a solution.

Going to the hospital is a risk however, because of it being flu season. The last time I was admitted I caught the worst flu ever, and spent a week dealing with my body doing the grossest things it can do. Needless to say it did not help my migraines.

It seems like everyone I know is trying to give me ideas in headache reduction. I can’t afford to try most things people swear by, like going to the chiropractor or getting botox. There are ways to get these things covered, but only after months of trying other cheaper alternatives. I’m trying to listen to my doctor first in finding the right remedy.

My apologies for being a little quiet lately. I’m still thinking of you every day and plotting blog posts for when I’m able to sit in front of my laptop for longer.

I really appreciate all of you who filled out the poll in my last post. All of the options I listed as topics are things I want to blog about, but it’s great to know what you’re most interested in reading. Your poll answers help me decide what to write about first.

If you haven’t filled out my poll, please do! And to those of you who were wondering how I posted a poll, I used Polldaddy through its Wordpress integration. It was a lot easier than I thought it would be and now I’m excited to post more in the future.

I survived turning 30, by the way. This year isn’t giving me a ton of great things to write about for my “Good Things Jar” for 2015 but I’m still adding things to it no matter how much pain I’m in. It helps keep me sane and realize how many good things I am thankful for.

Stay warm, hydrated, and keep your eyes locked to this website because I’m posting a bunch of new handmade items in the next few weeks. I’ll have another contest so you can win some!

Thanks for all the support and for sharing Daisies and Bruises with everyone you can.

♡ Erin

ErinDepression and Migraine Update

Please Fill Out My Blog Post Topic Poll

ErinBlog Maintenance5 Comments

Hi friends!

I always have a million blog post ideas, so many that I don’t know which to write about first.

Please fill out my poll so I know what you’re most interested in reading. You can click as many options as you’d like! If a topic doesn’t interest you, just skip it. :)

Thanks so much! You’re welcome to vote again after a week if you become interested in a topic or want to make more suggestions. I’ll check the results often.

Thank you!

Love Erin

ErinPlease Fill Out My Blog Post Topic Poll

When You Grow Up Your Heart Dies, So Fuck It

ErinLife Events16 Comments

Depression ruined high school for me but I refuse to grow up and let my heart die breakfast club styleOn the first day of Grade Nine, I started high school with drama class, only we didn’t talk about drama. First, we talked about this student from a few years ago who killed himself in his first year of high school. Because of his death, our school started The Breakfast Club.

With a clear reference to the legendary movie, The Breakfast Club at my high school had students in their last year at the school mentor us newbies. They helped us get used to high school. I made friends with the Breakfast Club drama kids, mainly one of them. I started high school wanting to be like the girl in my drama class who was there to help people adjust. To help them live.

The thing was, when the leaders of The Breakfast Club that I knew graduated, I stopped liking school. I no longer saw leaders of the school and I thought I was too young still to be in the Breakfast Club. I had to wait four whole years until I could help other people.

In hindsight, I probably could’ve joined the Breakfast Club as soon as I wanted to, but instead I felt excluded. I looked around me at all the other students and only saw other people having fun.

I didn’t understand how people could smile and laugh so much. How they could get drunk at parties and not care, how they could become obsessed with tv shows and wearing the right clothes at the right time. I hated them all for being so happy.

I did have friends in school, somehow. I’d fallen in with a bunch of kids that had come from a different elementary school. They were pretty awesome, but again, I felt on the outside since no one knew what I was really feeling. I wouldn’t let anyone know. I shut them out.

By the end of high school, I refused to go into the cafeteria because I was so scared of everyone looking at me and judging me. I painted my eyes black and went to the library every chance I could, reading at the back of the room with my headphones blaring. I faced the wall, watched the clock, and went everywhere I was supposed to go on time.

Except for pep rallies and other forced interaction. At those times I knew no one missed me. My guidance counselor knew how much I skipped out on supposed mandatory events, but I don’t think anyone else did. My invisibility was my cloak and my shield.

I hated everyone so no one could hate me. It worked in protecting me from others but I felt like the saddest girl on the planet.

Ever since then, I’ve been trying to undo the damage of high school. I think most adults either go into work or more schooling without looking back at their high school selves. It’s too painful.

I don’t blame them. I wish I could be like them a lot of the time, because they seem happy now. I look at myself and see no pay cheque, no husband, no family. The me of today doesn’t fit in with adults. She sure as hell doesn’t fit in in high school, any more than she ever did.

The only person she fits in with is the fifteen-year-old me from Grade Nine, all the way through to the graduating 19 year old, miserable and alone. She was looking for someone to look up to. Someone who cut through the bullshit. Someone who was real, who cared about things beyond what was “hot” in magazines and what was spewed out on tv. She saw unhappy kids and unhappy adults and cut herself because at least that made her feel real. Her pain mattered in those moments.

I’m turning 30 soon. That’s grown-up, right?

Like the “crazy” one in the Breakfast Club movie, I’m aware that “When you grow up, your heart dies.”

Most of the time, it feels like I’m never going to have any adult life or security because I refuse to let my heart die. I’m stubborn as hell and every workplace I try to squeeze into makes me feel exploited. It’s a result of abuse, of all the bad things in my life, I still see enemies everywhere. Everywhere.

Except here, with you.

I can be real here. I imagine friends out there past computer screens, skipping into hungry eyes and hungrier hearts.

You are filling their shoes. Thank you.

My younger self reads this blog. She likes it. It makes her hate herself less.

I’ve always hated numbers. A birthday is just a number on a calendar designated by other people. I don’t ever want to define myself by other people’s choices unless they fit with mine.

I won’t let my heart die. I won’t.

I promise.

ErinWhen You Grow Up Your Heart Dies, So Fuck It

A “Good Things Jar” for 2015

ErinCraft Projects12 Comments

A "Good Things Jar" for 2015Hi Friends!

Happy New Year! It’s the time to set new goals and plan for the year ahead. This year I’m totally doing the Good Things jar again for 2015 because my jar for 2014 was a total success.

Why was it a success? Because even on my bad days I didn’t smash the thing. Yay!

At the beginning of the year I painted a jar to keep on my counter so that I had a place to store all the good things from the year. When I had a good day, or something made me smile, or something cool happened, I wrote it down on a piece of paper, folded it up, and put it in the jar.

I didn’t write a good thing every day, but I did notice that I felt better about my day whenever I did make the time to write something down. No matter how bad my day had been, if I wrote down good things, then I instantly felt better. It didn’t make the bad things not happen, but it changed my mindset.

After keeping the jar for about a month I realized that when a good thing happened, I thought about it repeatedly so I wouldn’t forget to write about it for my jar when I got home. It made the good things have more weight.

This year I might carry the block of paper with me when I go out, just to make sure I remember all of the good things!

My plan was to pour out all tiny pieces of paper and read over them on New Year’s Eve. Instead, I had a migraine and went to bed at 9:30. Yesterday was a write off too, due to pain, but whatever, it’s January 2nd and I’m here to celebrate!

Read More

ErinA “Good Things Jar” for 2015

I Am Removing My Email Address to Protect Myself from Triggers

ErinBlog Maintenance13 Comments

I'm Removing My Email Address to Protect Myself from Triggers4I’m receiving a number of emails from new readers who, after reading my story, feel prompted to tell me their stories.

It’s a natural instinct of ours, to share when others share with us. It’s what makes storytelling so healing. When you feel prompted to tell me your story, I feel your gratitude and yearnings for connection.

I must, however, set up some boundaries for my own safety. Many of you have sent me emails of kind words, support, and donations to this blog, but quite a few others have sent me extremely graphic details about the ways they have self-harmed and attempted suicide, and ask for my help.

Those graphic emails upset me very much. I replied kindly to the first few I received, directing the writers of them emails to my Why I Cannot Give Personal Advice Over Email post and my If You Need Help Post. I received a few replies in return saying, “Yeah, but you understand my depression because you have depression and therapists don’t!” And then the writers continue telling me really graphic things that make me feel very very triggered.

I am in my own recovery from major depression, post-traumatic stress disorder, social anxiety, self-injury, extreme abuse…the list is long. When you tell me about your suicide attempts in detail, they remind me of my attempts. They remind me of the people I’ve lost. They remind me of being in crisis and that can turn into me going into crisis. I have to be very careful to protect myself from going into crisis again.

Most therapists out there have experienced tremendous pain, if not their own depression and suicidal thoughts. Therapists have fought to feel better, recover, and then received the training they needed to help others who are struggling. They often don’t talk about their personal experience, but if they didn’t have any personal experience with pain, they wouldn’t have chosen to become therapists for a living.

I have not chosen to become a therapist because I am not well enough yet to be fully grounded and ready to help others personally. I do not have professional mental health training. I have my blog, and I hope that by sharing my stories, you might be able to relate and see a way to live a healthier life, like I’m trying to do. Writing about my journey to wellness is the only way I can help you at this time.

Please respect my boundaries in not asking me for personal advice or medical advice. Please read or re-read my Why I Cannot Give Personal Advice Over Email post. If you really want some direction from me, please comment by turning your situation into a common question that others might feel curious about too. A good example of this is my post on Why Do We Quit the Things We Love When We’re Depressed.

I have made my email address available on my blog up until now but I’m taking it down now. For a few weeks there may be a few spots where you see it – if you notice this, please let me know via blog comment.

Your understanding and cooperation is greatly appreciated. I’m working out a way to keep the communication lines open here while still protecting myself from triggering material.

I’m on a mini blog holiday from now until January 1st, 2015 when I’ll be announcing the winner of my zine giveaway!


Love Erin

P.S. It makes me really sad to have to do this. I hope you’ll still feel welcome to comment on my posts and as always, I’ll do my best to reply to each comment. You mean a lot to me. I wish I could help you so much more than this.

Daisies and Bruises

ErinI Am Removing My Email Address to Protect Myself from Triggers

Happy Holidays from Daisies and Bruises

ErinBlog Maintenance4 Comments

Thank you for making 2014 such a great year. 2015 will be even better for us!

Digby sends you cheer!

Depression is with me every holiday season, but this year I feel lighter than I have for over a decade, thanks to all of you. Your support and generosity this year has just confirmed every fibre of my being. I have new readers, subscribers, friends, and happy moments that made 2014 an incredible year.

Jackie and everyone at HealthiNation gave me a huge boost of confidence and hope for my future when they named me a True Champion for my battle with depression. In the past few weeks, my story has reached millions of viewers and readers from around the world.

Four of you have generously donated to this blog (visit our sidebar for the link!) and so I could renew our domain name for another year. The holidays are tight on everyone’s budget, but if you live on disability payments, like I do, December and January are the most stressful for me. You’ve given me hope in so many different ways.

The upcoming giveaway for new subscribers is being extended to January 1st! So if you’ve subscribed in the past few weeks, or subscribe in the next week or so, you’ll be entered to win zine issues one to five of Daisies and Bruises, where this entire blog started. You’ll love them, I promise! So subscribe at the bottom of this post!

I’m unveiling a whole new batch of handmade items to my Etsy shop for 2015. There’s going to be at least 10 new items that you will love. I am so excited!

Enjoy the holidays! Give yourself a break and let yourself feel whatever you’re feeling. You are entitled to all your feelings, especially the tidbits of happiness that are sprinkled throughout the season. If you don’t feel them yet, it doesn’t mean they aren’t on their way. I promise, everything is waiting for you.

We’re going to make 2015 the best year yet.


Pugs and kisses,

Love Erin

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Daisies and Bruises

ErinHappy Holidays from Daisies and Bruises

Welcome New Readers and a Giveaway For You

ErinBlog Maintenance3 Comments

Hello to new blog readers, thank you, and I have a giveawayHI NEW READERS!!!

Today a teacher showed her Grade Twelve class one of my depression videos on HealthiNation and the class voted unanimously to watch the other four videos.

That’s the biggest compliment to me in the whole world because that’s exactly who I’m writing for. I struggled with my depression the most during my high school years. I felt like a total freak for having a mental illness and I hated everyone around me for seeming so happy. I barely made it out alive.

It means so much to me that people in high school are now finding strength from Daisies and Bruises: The Art of Living With Depression.

So if you’re new to my blog, thank you so much for visiting! You might want to read my story and check out some of my most popular posts like How to Survive the Impulse to Hurt Yourself and Why Do We Quit the Things We Love When We’re Depressed.

If you’re interested in supporting me and my journey to recovery, you might want to visit my Etsy shop where I sell all my handmade crafts! If you found me through my HealthiNation videos, you would have seen the first issue of my zine of the same name as my blog,

Hello to new blog readers, thank you, and I have a giveaway


as well as my “You Are Beautiful” button,

Hello to new blog readers, thank you, and I have a giveaway


which are both available in my Etsy shop.

And if you’re a millionaire who wants to fund this blog/my life (or you just have a few pennies to throw into my hat), you can simply donate to my PayPal and make me extremely grateful to you forever:
Donate Button

BUT, this blog isn’t about showing off my crafts or making money. It’s about you!

At any time, feel free to comment with a blog post idea! I will try to write about it from my own experience and point of view and maybe it will help you out. :)

I can’t offer one-on-one support through email because I don’t have therapeutic training and I really want to keep my conversations accessible to everyone on, but I’ll do my very best to address any depression or coping questions you have here on Daisies and Bruises.

Lastly, no matter who you are, please subscribe to my posts!

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

The more people who read along, the more I’m inspired to write. This blog is my entire life. I love it and love you.

New subscribers to Daisies and Bruises (including those of you who subscribed in the last week) will be automatically entered in my GIVEAWAY which I’ll announce on *January 1st. If I draw your email address, you’ll win zines one to five of Daisies and Bruises (also available in my Etsy shop):

Hello to new blog readers, thank you, and I have a giveaway

Cool, right? Yay!!

Lastly, if you want to keep track of me everywhere, I’m on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Google+, and Pinterest. Out of all of those, I’m on Instagram the most. So is my dog, Digby. Pictures of Digby are way more popular than my pics of me, but he’s way cuter so it makes sense.

I also write for HealthyPlace every other week, for their Coping With Depression blog.

Whew! I know that’s a lot of information, and if you read this far down you get automatic high-fives.

I’m so happy YOU are here and that you want to share this journey with me. I still feel really far from complete depression recovery (if such a thing is even possible), but you really give me a reason to live.

I’m collecting enough to build a mountain.

See you at the top!

Love Erin

P.S. Did you subscribe? Do it! You matter. YOU count. You’re worth it!

*Edited to change the date from December 25th to January 1st :)

ErinWelcome New Readers and a Giveaway For You