I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was at work when my sister started calling me frantically. Because she usually called during work about unimportant things like celebrity divorces or sales at my favorite stores, I ignored the first few calls. When I finally picked up, I knew something was wrong. She told me that my father and two of my brothers had been killed in a horrific car accident, and I knew that things were going to change--a lot. Ever since that day, I have been battling depression and struggling through therapy. However, I have found a lot of solace in self help methods. My blog is dedicated to helping people like me.