My mental health was threatened struggling alone in an uncertain world where love was absent 2yrs ago. I had given in and up to depression. My letters had been written and assets moved as I inched closer to the line between worlds. I told myself a story that was self-destructive with the repeat button on and prayed for the music to stop. My Anger ran it course and sadness ensued. My victim role established my identity and so I kept feeding it. Asking for help has always been hard for me and even when I did, I didn’t feel heard. Isolation was my companion down the rabbit hole and even though it was unwelcoming, I found more truth through self; alone, realizing I was the one hearing my thoughts. To be quite frank, I feel a little like a fraud because even though I haven’t rescinded back into my personal Hell, completely conquering depression hasn’t been achieved. But when I find myself off course I can consult the words in these pages for a guide back to purpose and mission. Because conquering depression is all about winning the thought battle that yields emotional intelligence and a strong vibration, one that lights up the room.