If you can’t tell by these two books or the string of books following, I went through… a time.

I can’t remember why I read the book by Giglio; I have never struggled with anxiety. But Hodges’s book is a totally different story.

According to his book, as well as many scientific studies, I was indeed depressed. I still may be.

I already had a few issues with self-help books. I’m not sure why I chose to read it. Maybe to snap out of a funk.

It didn’t work.

But that isn’t to say it won’t work for anyone else. The problem with depression, however, is that if there is a way to get out of it, you don’t feel like doing the work to get out of it.

So, sure, there may be a method, but just let me mope. Let me grump. Let me grouch. Let me work through it.

Is my method better? Probably not, but I’ve found I must learn all things the hard way.