My dream to write a book began so many years ago when I was a little girl, but the desperation that drove me to write it began when I became a wife.
My first year of marriage was very difficult, not because of my husband, but because it was the same year I began struggling with a really deep depression. I have always been known as the “happy girl” who can “light up a room,” but when I was alone, all I felt was darkness.
My husband watched me cry myself to sleep most nights and my counselor consoled me on her magical couch. I couldn’t put my finger on just why I was so miserable, but something was really wrong. I prayed A LOT and I knew God wanted to help me, but I didn’t know how to let Him.