Overeating, overdrinking, isolating, and confused--at twenty-six years old, this was my condition. Bipolar II was my label. Doctors and loneliness were my friends. I thought I was hopeless. I thought I was forever fated to be a victim in search of a hero, but with the help of an amazing counselor and a strange series of events, I woke up and realized the hero was in me. This is a memoir about healing--a memoir about perseverance, strength, and love.

We all have the power to continue on. We all have the power to heal.