Furiously Happy by Jenna Lawson

This book flat out is simply freaking fantastic and amazing! I am so serious in everything! This author uses this book to talk about mental illness and inspires of all us to be better and what makes this book great is how real she is, she doesn't sugarcoat anything and she is a normal down to earth person and a great mom and wife, I especially enjoyed the quotes in the beginning of the book which says

"When cancer survivors fight, recover, and go into remission we laud their bravery. We wear ribbons to celebrate their fight. We call them survivors. Because they are.

When depression survivors fight, recover, and go into remission we seldom even know, simply because so many suffer in the dark...Ashamed to admit something they see as a personal weakness...afraid that people will worry,  and more afraid that they won't. We find ourselves unable to do anything but cling to the couch and force ourselves to breathe.

When you come out of the grips of depression there is an incredible relief, but not one you feel allowed to celebrate. Instead the feeling of victory is replaced with anxiety that it will happen again, and with shame and vulnerability when you see how your issues affected your family , your work, everything left untouched while you struggled to survive. We came back to life thinner, paler, weaker...but as survivors. Survivors who don't get pats on the back from coworkers who congratulate them on making it.  Survivors who wake up to work than before because their friends and family are exhausted from helping them fight a battle may not understand.

I hope one day to see a sea of people all wearing silver ribbons as a sign that they understand the secret battle , and as a celebration of the victories made each day as we individually pull ourselves up out of our foxholes to see our scars heal, and to remember what the sun looks like.
I hope one day to be better , and I'm pretty sure I will be. I hope one day to live in a world where the personal fight for mental disability is view with pride and public cheers instead of shame. I hope it for you too.

But until then, it starts slowly. 

I celebrate everyone of you reading this. I celebrate the fact that you have fought your battle and continue to win. I celebrate the fact that you may not understand the battle, but you pick up the baton dropped by someone you love until they can carry it again. I survived and I remind myself that each time we go through this, we get a little stronger. We learn new tricks on the battlefield. We learn them in a terrible way, but we use them. We don't struggle in vain.

We win

We are alive. "