Elizabeth Onyeabor's raw emotion and honest account of her struggle with depression
and her journey out of the shadows is reminiscent of Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar.
~ Barbara Bras, #1 Bestselling Author
Having struggled with undiagnosed depression since my teenage years, I hit the darkest period in my early fifties when suicide often seemed the only solution to salve my pain. I was what you may call a high-functioning depressive. In spite of my outward achievements, unless you were a confidante in my innermost circle, you had no idea the inner intense sadness, despair, emptiness, and self-loathing haunting me.
Through my quest to fill the void, I dove deeply into the dark abyss and discovered a little light. Polishing through periodic practice, it began to shine more brightly. Over time, I was transformed and healed. That light had been inside me the whole time, but depression had darkened it to indiscernible.