In my late teens and early 20’s, I struggled with finding my place in the world. The more I went from one dead-end job to another, the more I felt insecure and lost.
My insecurity slowly turned into anxiety and feeling lost led to depression.
Gradually, I began to see every setback as a failure and every failure felt traumatizing.
Everyone else seemed to have it together.
What was wrong with me?
I had to find a way out of this black hole I was living in. But how?
I had no idea where to begin.
Out of desperation I turned to my old friends, books. I began reading everything I could get my hands on.
Self-help books led to countless books about anxiety and depression. The more I learned, the more I knew I needed to go deeper.
I needed real help.