"Sometimes the river of black depression rose inside of me all the way to my throat, so I could barely breathe, and was always on the verge of tears. Sometimes it was and is like when you were a child learning to swim and your parent was waiting for you on the other side of the pool. You push forward, half drowning half swimming. suffocated by fear and barely breathing, but when you make it safely into those arms you arrive on the other side with new courage, strength, deeper, fuller breaths and a greater sense of what’s possible."

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