So this is a post that I’ve written and rewritten about a thousand times. I’ve read it aloud, slept on it, decided it was a bad idea, thought it was a good idea and finally–I am going to click that blue publish button. I feel like I’m kind of lying to people most important to me–my readers–by not posting this.

Without going into too much detail that’ll bore you to tears, I want to step up and be honest: I’ve been vocal before about the fact that I have depression. For the past year, it has been pretty damn bad. It has always been there for years, but an event last fall tipped the scales into the direction from manageable depression to a downward spiral that was and is the worst I’ve experienced.

I lost all interest in things that I enjoyed. I stopped leaving my apartment. I backed away from friends. I didn’t get out of bed for days. I stopped caring about everything. That led to a suicide attempt. It was a very selfish thing to do. But I saw no light at the end of the tunnel.

Now, I see a light. Sometimes it’s no brighter than a keychain flashlight–but I still see it. I’m taking one day at a time and have had to make lots of changes in the way I live and work.

I’m coming forward now about this because a lot of you know me better than I thought. You’re more than readers. You’re my extended family and many of you sensed something was off. I want to be honest with you all–I owe you that. You’re the reason that I’m able to live my dream job. Tonight, getting the ARCs for WILD HEARTS gave me the sparkly, happy feeling that I haven’t felt in a while. It reminded me why I love writing and publishing. I’ve got a story–WILD HEARTS–that I absolutely can’t wait to share with you!

Like I said, I’m taking things one day at a time now. I hope the keychain light keeps getting brighter.

xoxo