I struggled with depression for as long as I can remember, I hated myself and wanted othing more than to be gone. Not nessicarily dead, but didn't want to be here. I blieved that I was nothing, and that all I did was let people down and hurt the people I love. I did a lot of regrettable things because of it, but then I got help. The road to recovery is far from easy, I still struggle with my personal demons, but I no longer just sit back and take it, I fight. For myself, and for what I belive to be my purpose in life. During my struggles, is when I descovered my love for writing. I used it as a way to set myself free of what was bothering me. But now I belive that I discovered my love and talent, because that's what I want to use to help change the world, and help those that are going through and experiencing depression. Nobody can fix you, but they can offer tools.

-John