“The reason I became a writer is my inability to work like I once did. I would work two or three jobs at a time. Due to an abusive first marriage, the pain from my injuries sustained grew, with it, my depression.
When the doctors told me, I could not work anymore. And I had to deal with the pain for the rest of my life. A black cloud formed over my head, hail fell from the cloud on my head. I tried to continue working, but my body said, “STOP!” The depression deepened, forming itself into chronic depression. With it, a big heaping side order of social anxiety.”- Tracie L. Hicks [READ MORE]