My passion is writing Mystery-Suspense novels and song lyrics with a touch of crazed poetry. Everyone that knows me is aware I have nothing to do with self-help or motivational books. I don't believe a book can make me do anything I'm not in the mind to do. Especially something as difficult as weight loss, breast cancer, and torn rotator cuffs. I started writing this book as a journal to my journey back to who I was before depression set in. There were mornings in the spring of 2016 when I didn't care if I lived or died. I didn't see where it was that much of a difference. There were a lot of things I could have contributed my depression to - my lack of a romantic relationship, my children having lives of their own, my job slowing down to four days a week, crippled finances, boredom, etc. But I choose to blame all my problems on my weight. This led to a much bigger dilemma. What was I going to do about it?