In the winter of 2017 I started battling depressive thoughts for the first time. I would come home to my beautiful luxury sky rise studio apartment, throw myself on the couch and cry for hours. I felt lonely, empty and hopeless. It felt like Heavenly Father had forgotten about me. It felt like all my friends were having children, getting married or had amazing jobs, and I was getting left behind. I had wasted time, made too many mistakes and that Heavenly Father was disgusted with me.
