“The Cure for Depression is Expression“

I have spent the last nine years working as a nurse, and I am burned out. The chaos, the unpredictability, and, worst of all, the heartbreak—it all takes its toll. Losing patients never gets easier, and after another rough night, I found myself questioning everything. I had been contemplating leaving nursing for a while, but I was paralyzed by the fear of the unknown. What else could I do? What could replace my income?

I searched endlessly for ways to make money from home—Google, Pinterest, YouTube. The same suggestions appeared over and over: dropshipping, copywriting, surveys, DoorDash, YouTube channels, digital products. I tried many of them, but nothing clicked. I even ventured into a few MLMs, hoping one might be the answer. They weren’t.

Then it hit me—I was asking the wrong question. Instead of “How can I make money?” I needed to ask, “What do I really want to do with my life?”

A Search for Meaning

I dove into self-reflection, searching for purpose and clarity. I read articles, watched videos, and explored everything about finding one’s “calling.” Maybe I was having a mid-life crisis. Maybe I still am.

That’s when I stumbled upon a YouTuber named Eva Alordiah. She spoke about something that resonated with me deeply—how the cure for depression is expression.

She wasn’t a psychologist, and neither am I. But what she shared made sense in a way that all the self-help advice in the world hadn’t.

Suppressed Energy Leads to Depression

Have you ever wanted to do something but held yourself back? Have you ever felt a deep sadness that seemed to have no real explanation—just this nagging sense that you weren’t living up to your potential?

That’s what Eva talked about. She explained that depression isn’t just sadness—it’s energy that has no outlet. It builds up inside, suppressed, until it weighs you down.

If this is true, then the way out isn’t to push the feelings away. The way out is to express them.

The Night I Lost My Job

Not long ago, I was let go from my job—without warning. But looking back, I wonder if I should have seen it coming.

The night before, I had the worst headache I’ve ever had. It was a deep, throbbing pain, not just in my head but in my entire body. Something inside me told me to call off work. It was more than just exhaustion; it felt like a gut instinct. Stay home tonight. Don’t go.

But I ignored it.

I had responsibilities. I had bills to pay. I had debt that wasn’t going to disappear just because I didn’t feel like working. So, I silenced that voice in my head, took some pain medicine, and went in anyway.

And then it happened.

I lost my job.

It was sudden, brutal, and completely unexpected. As a single mom still struggling with debt, panic set in immediately. How am I going to pay my bills? How long will it take to find another job? Even if I find one tomorrow, it’ll be weeks before I see my first paycheck. My mind spiraled into full-blown crisis mode. I felt like the walls were closing in.

I had a panic attack.

My hands were shaking, my breathing was uneven, and my thoughts were racing at full speed. I wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. But then, something clicked.

Using Anxiety as Fuel

I remembered what Eva had said. The cure for depression is expression.

I thought back to that gut feeling I had the night before. What if I was onto something? What if I was supposed to learn from this moment? Instead of letting my emotions drown me, I could channel them into something meaningful.

So, with my heart still pounding, I sat down at my computer and started writing.

And it poured out of me. Faster than anything I had ever written before.

All the anxiety, fear, and uncertainty that had been clawing at my chest—I turned it into words. I used my emotions as creative fuel instead of letting them consume me.

And when I finished, I felt different.

I wasn’t panicking anymore. I wasn’t drowning in fear. I was still jobless, still uncertain about my future, but I wasn’t frozen. Writing had freed me. It had transformed my anxiety into something tangible, something I could control.

That article I wrote that night became one of the most powerful things I’ve ever written. If you’d like to read it, you can find it here. The Night I Ignored My Intuition—and Lost My Job

The Power of Letting Energy Flow

I believe now, with every fiber of my being, that depression is often the result of suppressed energy. When I write, I release that energy. I let it flow instead of letting it fester inside me.

Since starting this blog, I feel hope again. I don’t know where this path will take me, but for the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m doing something that matters. If my words can help even one person, then it’s worth it.

I’m still struggling. I don’t have all the answers. But I’ve found something that helps me, and I hope it helps you, too.

Because maybe—just maybe—the cure for depression is expression.