July 24, 2013
Dear friend,
My sole purpose in sharing this testimonial is to tell you about a health issue that has persistently tormented me for most of my life—depression. This issue has increased in severity through the years until it reached a point where it almost overwhelmed me.
Up to this point in my life I have kept most of the personal details to myself, close family members and a few friends. But I now feel inspired to share my story so others suffering like I won’t have to continue their struggle with depression.
I have developed a website so that others may learn how to find relief from life destroying mental health issues: www.abriefintro.com Please read my story and learn how depression almost destroyed my life and how my online search for a solution miraculously lead to a discovery that has changed my life.
My Family History
My ancestry has struggled for generations with depression. My great grandmother, Francis, suffered from depression. When my great grandfather, Charles, who was a deputy sheriff in Arizona, was ambushed and murdered in 1908, Francis went into a depression and gave up on life. She died 2 years later at age 33. Her daughter, Estelle, committed suicide at age 16—eight years after her parents died.
My parents also had a history of depression. My mother, Gloria, lost her father when she was 6 years old and has struggled with depression her whole life. She has attempted suicide and has undergone shock treatments to help her deal with depression. She has been on antidepressant medications for years. My father, Bill, also dealt with depression from time to time. One of his sisters suffered from depression and committed suicide.
Although I have struggled with depression and suicidal tendencies my whole life, it has progressively increased in its severity over the last ten years. My ex-wife suffers with depression and we have passed on the depression gene to our children, most of who struggle with the disorder. One of our children has attempted suicide twice by overdosing on over-the-counter medication—while on antidepressant drugs.
My Early Life
I remember my early life as being a very happy one. I adored my beautiful mother, and my father was the hero of my life. I went everywhere with him. Early on we lived in Phoenix, Arizona, but later moved to northern New Mexico where my parents and grandparents purchased a small farm on 160 acres.
When I was 6 years old, my father’s depression got so bad that he abandoned our family and disappeared. My mother didn’t know where he was for almost a year. This devastated me because the hero of my life was suddenly gone. My parents divorced a year later and my mother moved to Hawaii to live with her older sister. My sister, brother and I were separated and went to live with different family members.
My sole purpose in sharing this testimonial is to tell you about a health issue that has persistently tormented me for most of my life—depression. This issue has increased in severity through the years until it reached a point where it almost overwhelmed me.
Up to this point in my life I have kept most of the personal details to myself, close family members and a few friends. But I now feel inspired to share my story so others suffering like I won’t have to continue their struggle with depression.
I have developed a website so that others may learn how to find relief from life destroying mental health issues: www.abriefintro.com Please read my story and learn how depression almost destroyed my life and how my online search for a solution miraculously lead to a discovery that has changed my life.
My Family History
My ancestry has struggled for generations with depression. My great grandmother, Francis, suffered from depression. When my great grandfather, Charles, who was a deputy sheriff in Arizona, was ambushed and murdered in 1908, Francis went into a depression and gave up on life. She died 2 years later at age 33. Her daughter, Estelle, committed suicide at age 16—eight years after her parents died.
My parents also had a history of depression. My mother, Gloria, lost her father when she was 6 years old and has struggled with depression her whole life. She has attempted suicide and has undergone shock treatments to help her deal with depression. She has been on antidepressant medications for years. My father, Bill, also dealt with depression from time to time. One of his sisters suffered from depression and committed suicide.
Although I have struggled with depression and suicidal tendencies my whole life, it has progressively increased in its severity over the last ten years. My ex-wife suffers with depression and we have passed on the depression gene to our children, most of who struggle with the disorder. One of our children has attempted suicide twice by overdosing on over-the-counter medication—while on antidepressant drugs.
My Early Life
I remember my early life as being a very happy one. I adored my beautiful mother, and my father was the hero of my life. I went everywhere with him. Early on we lived in Phoenix, Arizona, but later moved to northern New Mexico where my parents and grandparents purchased a small farm on 160 acres.
When I was 6 years old, my father’s depression got so bad that he abandoned our family and disappeared. My mother didn’t know where he was for almost a year. This devastated me because the hero of my life was suddenly gone. My parents divorced a year later and my mother moved to Hawaii to live with her older sister. My sister, brother and I were separated and went to live with different family members.
Back with My Father
My father eventually came back into our lives and we went to live with him for a few months. He tried to provide a good home for us, but our babysitter let us run wild and our maternal grandmother used this as leverage to get custody of us.
We went to live with our grandmother and step grandfather. My mother came to live with us later. My grandmother was basically a good person, but was physically abusive to us at times. She would beat our bare legs with a metal pancake turner for the slightest infraction. Although most of the time she showed us affection and told us how much she loved us, her love was often conditional. On the other hand, my mother treated us with love, kindness and patience.
I Move to Alaska
I went to live with my father and stepmother when I was 13. Shortly thereafter, we moved to Alaska. I never felt like I was a part of the family. I subconsciously walked on proverbial eggshells, being careful not to do anything that would cause my stepmother to convince my father to send me away.
My father treated me with love, but worked out of town a lot. When in town, he spent little time with me and wasn’t there for me emotionally. My stepmother showed some kindness initially, but soon just tolerated my presence. She eventually started abusing me verbally by telling me that I was a loser and that I would never amount to anything worthwhile in my life.
My First Recollection of Depression
My first recollection of being depressed was the summer I was 15 years old. During this time, I not only felt depressed, but suicidal as well. I had grown weary of the turmoil in my life and decided to run away from home. After walking a few miles—crying most of the way and wanting to die—I came to my senses and returned home. From this time forward whenever I was faced with a difficult challenge, the first solution that came to mind was suicide.
The next summer during a severe bout of depression I attempted to hang myself with a belt, but stopped and broke down crying.
I Leave Home at Age 17
After I graduated from high school, the verbal abuse I received at home from my stepmother escalated. The climax occurred when she grabbed me and beat my back with her fist while saying that she hated me. Needless to say, I left home at this time and never returned. I was still 17 years old.
I moved in with my Aunt Loretta and Uncle Dave and paid them $100 a month for room and board. They treated me like their son, and for the first time in years I felt I had a permanent home that I was not in jeopardy of losing because of a mistake.
My Life Spirals Downward
I could fill a book with the misguided doings of my life from age 16-18. I did many things I wasn’t proud of and often wondered why I did them. As time passed, my actions progressively worsened. Depression and suicidal feelings would bother me from time to time, but were not something I dwelt on. I assumed everyone felt the same way.
My father eventually came back into our lives and we went to live with him for a few months. He tried to provide a good home for us, but our babysitter let us run wild and our maternal grandmother used this as leverage to get custody of us.
We went to live with our grandmother and step grandfather. My mother came to live with us later. My grandmother was basically a good person, but was physically abusive to us at times. She would beat our bare legs with a metal pancake turner for the slightest infraction. Although most of the time she showed us affection and told us how much she loved us, her love was often conditional. On the other hand, my mother treated us with love, kindness and patience.
I Move to Alaska
I went to live with my father and stepmother when I was 13. Shortly thereafter, we moved to Alaska. I never felt like I was a part of the family. I subconsciously walked on proverbial eggshells, being careful not to do anything that would cause my stepmother to convince my father to send me away.
My father treated me with love, but worked out of town a lot. When in town, he spent little time with me and wasn’t there for me emotionally. My stepmother showed some kindness initially, but soon just tolerated my presence. She eventually started abusing me verbally by telling me that I was a loser and that I would never amount to anything worthwhile in my life.
My First Recollection of Depression
My first recollection of being depressed was the summer I was 15 years old. During this time, I not only felt depressed, but suicidal as well. I had grown weary of the turmoil in my life and decided to run away from home. After walking a few miles—crying most of the way and wanting to die—I came to my senses and returned home. From this time forward whenever I was faced with a difficult challenge, the first solution that came to mind was suicide.
The next summer during a severe bout of depression I attempted to hang myself with a belt, but stopped and broke down crying.
I Leave Home at Age 17
After I graduated from high school, the verbal abuse I received at home from my stepmother escalated. The climax occurred when she grabbed me and beat my back with her fist while saying that she hated me. Needless to say, I left home at this time and never returned. I was still 17 years old.
I moved in with my Aunt Loretta and Uncle Dave and paid them $100 a month for room and board. They treated me like their son, and for the first time in years I felt I had a permanent home that I was not in jeopardy of losing because of a mistake.
My Life Spirals Downward
I could fill a book with the misguided doings of my life from age 16-18. I did many things I wasn’t proud of and often wondered why I did them. As time passed, my actions progressively worsened. Depression and suicidal feelings would bother me from time to time, but were not something I dwelt on. I assumed everyone felt the same way.
As my dysfunction rapidly increased, God mercifully interceded in my behalf. One day as I sat
pondering in my car, I heard a voice in my mind clearly say to me, “Mitch, the life you are living now
will determine where you will live in eternity.” It was a gentle voice without condemnation, but I knew it
was a warning. I immediately felt a feeling of peace start at the top of my head and run down through
my body to my feet. It only lasted a few minutes, but changed my life forever.
I Change the Course of My Life
This spiritual experience motivated me to reverse the direction of my life and I immediately stopped the inappropriate behavior in which I was engaged. God totally changed my heart and I was able to forgive my stepmother and others who had hurt me in the past. I was a new person!
I Still Struggle with Depression
Although God changed my heart, He didn’t remove the depression. It still caused me difficulty at times, and I didn’t understand why I felt the way I did. I was very fortunate that a friend gave me a book entitled, As a Man Thinketh, by James Allen. I learned that I had total control over the thoughts that came into my mind, and that I could choose to think positive thoughts.
Later, I was given another book entitled, The Magic of Thinking Big, by Dr. David Schwartz. This book reinforced the concept that I had total control over my thoughts. These books improved the way I could deal with depression and have inspired me to read self improvement literature ever since.
I Get Married in 1974
I met a young woman by the name of Ellen when I was visiting family in Arizona in 1972 and we kept in touch. When I moved to Arizona in June 1974 we became engaged and were married six months later. She dealt with depression to a greater degree than I did, so it came as no surprise that our children inherited our depression gene pool.
I Didn't Realize I Had Depression
It would be years before I came to the understanding and acceptance that I struggled with depression. Even then, I believed that my depression was caused by my poor financial situation and not the reverse. I knew of people who had depression, but I believed that if a person had faith in Christ, depression wouldn’t be an issue. How wrong I was!
I Start a Real Estate Career
I was hired by J.C. Penney Co. after I moved to Arizona and worked there for 31⁄2 years while attending college. My income was low and my family was growing so I decided to quit college and start a career that could support my family financially.
My grandmother learned of my decision and encouraged me to look into a career in real estate sales. She had been a real estate salesperson and broker for 35 years. Initially I told her I wasn’t interested, but the idea of being a Realtor persisted with me. I eventually did my due diligence in learning what real estate sales entailed and I chose to pursue that career.
Depression created havoc with commission sales. I would be doing well and then experience a major setback. This would precipitate another depression. My income was up and down—mostly down. I was a good father and husband, but I was a poor provider.
I Change the Course of My Life
This spiritual experience motivated me to reverse the direction of my life and I immediately stopped the inappropriate behavior in which I was engaged. God totally changed my heart and I was able to forgive my stepmother and others who had hurt me in the past. I was a new person!
I Still Struggle with Depression
Although God changed my heart, He didn’t remove the depression. It still caused me difficulty at times, and I didn’t understand why I felt the way I did. I was very fortunate that a friend gave me a book entitled, As a Man Thinketh, by James Allen. I learned that I had total control over the thoughts that came into my mind, and that I could choose to think positive thoughts.
Later, I was given another book entitled, The Magic of Thinking Big, by Dr. David Schwartz. This book reinforced the concept that I had total control over my thoughts. These books improved the way I could deal with depression and have inspired me to read self improvement literature ever since.
I Get Married in 1974
I met a young woman by the name of Ellen when I was visiting family in Arizona in 1972 and we kept in touch. When I moved to Arizona in June 1974 we became engaged and were married six months later. She dealt with depression to a greater degree than I did, so it came as no surprise that our children inherited our depression gene pool.
I Didn't Realize I Had Depression
It would be years before I came to the understanding and acceptance that I struggled with depression. Even then, I believed that my depression was caused by my poor financial situation and not the reverse. I knew of people who had depression, but I believed that if a person had faith in Christ, depression wouldn’t be an issue. How wrong I was!
I Start a Real Estate Career
I was hired by J.C. Penney Co. after I moved to Arizona and worked there for 31⁄2 years while attending college. My income was low and my family was growing so I decided to quit college and start a career that could support my family financially.
My grandmother learned of my decision and encouraged me to look into a career in real estate sales. She had been a real estate salesperson and broker for 35 years. Initially I told her I wasn’t interested, but the idea of being a Realtor persisted with me. I eventually did my due diligence in learning what real estate sales entailed and I chose to pursue that career.
Depression created havoc with commission sales. I would be doing well and then experience a major setback. This would precipitate another depression. My income was up and down—mostly down. I was a good father and husband, but I was a poor provider.
I honestly believe that had I chosen any other career than commission sales I would have been able
to provide for my family satisfactorily. As the sole income earner, I wouldn’t have become rich, but I
would have been able to provide for them. Depression would still have been a part of my life, but I
could have pushed myself to work a nine to five job.
My Work Ethic
If someone learned that I had struggled financially most of my adult life, they might assume I was lazy and had no work ethic. This couldn’t be further from the truth.
My father was a hard worker and I followed in his footsteps. I earned the reputation of being a hard worker while I was young. I always felt a sense of pride whenever I overheard an adult say, “Mitch sure is a hard worker!” This motivated me to work harder.
When I was 10 years old I wanted to get my grandmother a gift for her birthday. I went door-to-door in the neighborhood asking home owners if they had any work I could do to earn money. I found someone who gave me a job pulling weeds and trimming grass along the house. When the homeowner paid me, I bought my grandmother a pair of earrings with the money I earned. She kept those until the day she died.
I was always doing some odd job to earn money. I went door-to-door selling bags of apples from our New Mexico farm. Another time I noticed a boy delivering newspapers and decided that would be a good job for me. I went to the local newspaper in Glendale, AZ and asked the editor for a job delivering newspapers. He told me that he admired my initiative, but I was too young. He promised to hire me when I turned 12. Another time, my brother John and I went door-to-door with an old push mower asking people if we could mow their lawns.
I worked during most of my high school years in a local grocery store. I worked part time during the school year and full time during the summer. I was the only one of my friends who had a job during the school year. The job allowed me to buy my own clothes and have spending money.
After I graduated from high school, I worked as a grocery stocker and then as an apprentice meatcutter. This job enabled me to buy my first car at age 17 for $800, a 1967 Ford Falcon. My father signed for the loan and I paid it off in less than a year.
Later I got a job earning $9 an hour striping new highways and airport runways. I remember my first check was $660 gross for 3 days work including travel time. This was great for an 18 year old kid in 1971!
The point of the foregoing is that my financial struggles later in life had nothing to do with me being lazy or not having a work ethic. It has been due to depression affecting me in a way that has made me less effective. Some people can consistently work in commission sales in spite of depression. This wasn’t the case with me. I met with a therapist in 1992 who told me I needed to get out of commission sales and get a job earning an hourly wage. At that time I didn’t believe him, but years later I came to the understanding that he was right.
My First Major Depression
In 1990, while working for Realty Executives in Phoenix, I experienced a major depression. Unlike previous depressions, this one didn’t go away after a few days—it lasted at least 2 months. It totally immobilized me. I couldn’t motivate myself to generate business leads which are critical to a
My Work Ethic
If someone learned that I had struggled financially most of my adult life, they might assume I was lazy and had no work ethic. This couldn’t be further from the truth.
My father was a hard worker and I followed in his footsteps. I earned the reputation of being a hard worker while I was young. I always felt a sense of pride whenever I overheard an adult say, “Mitch sure is a hard worker!” This motivated me to work harder.
When I was 10 years old I wanted to get my grandmother a gift for her birthday. I went door-to-door in the neighborhood asking home owners if they had any work I could do to earn money. I found someone who gave me a job pulling weeds and trimming grass along the house. When the homeowner paid me, I bought my grandmother a pair of earrings with the money I earned. She kept those until the day she died.
I was always doing some odd job to earn money. I went door-to-door selling bags of apples from our New Mexico farm. Another time I noticed a boy delivering newspapers and decided that would be a good job for me. I went to the local newspaper in Glendale, AZ and asked the editor for a job delivering newspapers. He told me that he admired my initiative, but I was too young. He promised to hire me when I turned 12. Another time, my brother John and I went door-to-door with an old push mower asking people if we could mow their lawns.
I worked during most of my high school years in a local grocery store. I worked part time during the school year and full time during the summer. I was the only one of my friends who had a job during the school year. The job allowed me to buy my own clothes and have spending money.
After I graduated from high school, I worked as a grocery stocker and then as an apprentice meatcutter. This job enabled me to buy my first car at age 17 for $800, a 1967 Ford Falcon. My father signed for the loan and I paid it off in less than a year.
Later I got a job earning $9 an hour striping new highways and airport runways. I remember my first check was $660 gross for 3 days work including travel time. This was great for an 18 year old kid in 1971!
The point of the foregoing is that my financial struggles later in life had nothing to do with me being lazy or not having a work ethic. It has been due to depression affecting me in a way that has made me less effective. Some people can consistently work in commission sales in spite of depression. This wasn’t the case with me. I met with a therapist in 1992 who told me I needed to get out of commission sales and get a job earning an hourly wage. At that time I didn’t believe him, but years later I came to the understanding that he was right.
My First Major Depression
In 1990, while working for Realty Executives in Phoenix, I experienced a major depression. Unlike previous depressions, this one didn’t go away after a few days—it lasted at least 2 months. It totally immobilized me. I couldn’t motivate myself to generate business leads which are critical to a
successful real estate business. I was enveloped with a feeling of hopelessness and a desire to take
my life. I was able to eventually work my way out of the depression.
Depression Continues to Affect My Life
From 1990 forward the depressions I experienced were more frequent and more debilitating. I didn’t know how to get relief from them. Prayer and positive thinking only provided temporary relief.
In 1994, Ellen divorced me—not because I was a poor husband and father, but because I was a poor provider. This sent me spiraling into another deep depression.
I Start Taking Medication
I avoided taking antidepressant medications until 2002 when I couldn’t break free from another severe depression. My new wife, Leanne, had been encouraging me to try antidepressant medications, but I refused. As the depression continued I relented and started taking Zoloft which definitely helped me. I did not like the side effects of Zoloft nor did I totally get rid of the depression. The medication just made things much better than before. After a few months I quit taking Zoloft because of the side effects.
The Cycle Continues to Repeat Itself
The depression cycle has returned time and time again. In 2008 I was in severe emotional pain. My mind was extremely dark and so clouded that I decided to commit suicide. The day I was going to take my life I received a letter from my close friend and bishop, Mike Jobe—one of the finest men I have ever known. The letter stated that he had been thinking about me and my struggle with depression and asked that I call to set up an appointment to meet with him. (As a side note, Mike told me that he was heading up the stairs in his home that Sunday night when he received an impression that he needed to write me a letter. He said to himself that he would do it later, but when he got to the top of the stairs, a strong impression said “Do it now!”, so he did.)
At first I hesitated to visit with him, but I felt an internal urging to do so. I met with him and this saved my life. Thereafter, I started meeting with a therapist who gave me a prescription for a daily dose of 20mg of Prozac. Prozac didn’t completely take away my depression, but made it easier to cope with life.
In November of 2011, my depression worsened so my doctor increased the dosage to 40mg. This helped for a month, but I started getting severe pains in my abdomen. I dealt with the pain for a few weeks and then stopped taking the medication.
I Take a Turn for the Worse in April 2013
Surprisingly, I did fairly well in 2012. I had a few bad days, but I had many good days in between. In January 2013 my situation worsened. So much so that I was tempted to take Prozac again—bad side effects or not—but I decided against it.
In April, I had a change in the way my depression expressed itself. I started having rapid changes in my moods on a daily basis. I would wake up feeling good and 2-3 hours later I would feel that I couldn’t live another day. Some days I would start out feeling down, and then I would be up and then at the end of the day feeling down again.
This was very troubling to me because all I could think about was ending my life to get rid of the emotional pain and roller coaster moods. Intellectually I knew this was wrong, but emotionally I felt
Depression Continues to Affect My Life
From 1990 forward the depressions I experienced were more frequent and more debilitating. I didn’t know how to get relief from them. Prayer and positive thinking only provided temporary relief.
In 1994, Ellen divorced me—not because I was a poor husband and father, but because I was a poor provider. This sent me spiraling into another deep depression.
I Start Taking Medication
I avoided taking antidepressant medications until 2002 when I couldn’t break free from another severe depression. My new wife, Leanne, had been encouraging me to try antidepressant medications, but I refused. As the depression continued I relented and started taking Zoloft which definitely helped me. I did not like the side effects of Zoloft nor did I totally get rid of the depression. The medication just made things much better than before. After a few months I quit taking Zoloft because of the side effects.
The Cycle Continues to Repeat Itself
The depression cycle has returned time and time again. In 2008 I was in severe emotional pain. My mind was extremely dark and so clouded that I decided to commit suicide. The day I was going to take my life I received a letter from my close friend and bishop, Mike Jobe—one of the finest men I have ever known. The letter stated that he had been thinking about me and my struggle with depression and asked that I call to set up an appointment to meet with him. (As a side note, Mike told me that he was heading up the stairs in his home that Sunday night when he received an impression that he needed to write me a letter. He said to himself that he would do it later, but when he got to the top of the stairs, a strong impression said “Do it now!”, so he did.)
At first I hesitated to visit with him, but I felt an internal urging to do so. I met with him and this saved my life. Thereafter, I started meeting with a therapist who gave me a prescription for a daily dose of 20mg of Prozac. Prozac didn’t completely take away my depression, but made it easier to cope with life.
In November of 2011, my depression worsened so my doctor increased the dosage to 40mg. This helped for a month, but I started getting severe pains in my abdomen. I dealt with the pain for a few weeks and then stopped taking the medication.
I Take a Turn for the Worse in April 2013
Surprisingly, I did fairly well in 2012. I had a few bad days, but I had many good days in between. In January 2013 my situation worsened. So much so that I was tempted to take Prozac again—bad side effects or not—but I decided against it.
In April, I had a change in the way my depression expressed itself. I started having rapid changes in my moods on a daily basis. I would wake up feeling good and 2-3 hours later I would feel that I couldn’t live another day. Some days I would start out feeling down, and then I would be up and then at the end of the day feeling down again.
This was very troubling to me because all I could think about was ending my life to get rid of the emotional pain and roller coaster moods. Intellectually I knew this was wrong, but emotionally I felt
this was the only escape. I saw no hope in the future except more of the same. I knew internally that
any little setback in the future would send me over the edge.
I Find a Solution to the Depression
In late May, out of desperation and during a high point in my day, I started googling online for a solution. A series of links led me to learn about a micronutrient called EMPowerplus Q96TM that has a 17 year history of providing relief from mental disorders such as depression, bipolar and anxiety. There are over 20 independent clinical studies based on Q96 that prove its effectiveness in helping people with mood disorders.
I Try EMPowerplus Q96TM
In an act of desperation and hope, I decided to try Q96. I must admit I was very skeptical that this nutrient could help me, but at the same time I was hopeful because of the many testimonials I read online. I ordered the product and on June 13th started taking the recommended dosage of 2 capsules twice a day. I also started a journal to document how I felt during the first month. The first four days on EMPowerplus Q96 I still felt depressed and was still experiencing the mood swings. When I was feeling positive I had great hope that this micronutrient would work. When I was down I didn’t believe it would work—I felt that it might work for others, but not for me.
After a suggestion from someone familiar with Q96, I doubled the dosage on day five and began to notice a difference, albeit a slight one. By day eight I was feeling much better—in fact, I felt positive for most of the day.
By day ten I did not experience a moment of depression. For the first time in ages I felt a great sense of hope for my future. My circumstances weren’t any different, but my mental health and outlook had completely changed.
It has now been over 30 days since I have been taking EMPowerplus Q96, and I have never felt this mentally healthy in my life. It feels like a light fog has been lifted from my mind. The amazing thing is I have had no suicidal thoughts since day 9 on the supplement!
I Didn't Know What I was Missing
People sometimes say to others, "You don't know what you're missing!". This was truly the case with me. I had no point of reference as to what a healthy mental state of mind was like. I assumed in the early years of my life that everyone felt the way I did. I am astonished each day how clear my thinking is and how things that bothered me before have no affect on me now. I thank God every day for this miracle! It is so wonderful and I foresee a bright future for myself, Leanne and my family!
If You Know of Anyone
The reason I have shared personal details of my life is to paint a picture of how depression can make lives miserable. Those who have depression or other mood disorders don’t choose to have them. Like tens of thousands of people the last 17+ years, I have found an effective solution that may help you, or someone you know, to be free of mood disorders.
Because my life has changed so dramatically, I am on a “crusade” to help others like myself learn about this amazing micronutrient. Antidepressants have played a part in providing relief from depression and anxiety, but there is a more healthy and effective solution without the negative side effects. This is true for me and over 100,000 people worldwide!
I Find a Solution to the Depression
In late May, out of desperation and during a high point in my day, I started googling online for a solution. A series of links led me to learn about a micronutrient called EMPowerplus Q96TM that has a 17 year history of providing relief from mental disorders such as depression, bipolar and anxiety. There are over 20 independent clinical studies based on Q96 that prove its effectiveness in helping people with mood disorders.
I Try EMPowerplus Q96TM
In an act of desperation and hope, I decided to try Q96. I must admit I was very skeptical that this nutrient could help me, but at the same time I was hopeful because of the many testimonials I read online. I ordered the product and on June 13th started taking the recommended dosage of 2 capsules twice a day. I also started a journal to document how I felt during the first month. The first four days on EMPowerplus Q96 I still felt depressed and was still experiencing the mood swings. When I was feeling positive I had great hope that this micronutrient would work. When I was down I didn’t believe it would work—I felt that it might work for others, but not for me.
After a suggestion from someone familiar with Q96, I doubled the dosage on day five and began to notice a difference, albeit a slight one. By day eight I was feeling much better—in fact, I felt positive for most of the day.
By day ten I did not experience a moment of depression. For the first time in ages I felt a great sense of hope for my future. My circumstances weren’t any different, but my mental health and outlook had completely changed.
It has now been over 30 days since I have been taking EMPowerplus Q96, and I have never felt this mentally healthy in my life. It feels like a light fog has been lifted from my mind. The amazing thing is I have had no suicidal thoughts since day 9 on the supplement!
I Didn't Know What I was Missing
People sometimes say to others, "You don't know what you're missing!". This was truly the case with me. I had no point of reference as to what a healthy mental state of mind was like. I assumed in the early years of my life that everyone felt the way I did. I am astonished each day how clear my thinking is and how things that bothered me before have no affect on me now. I thank God every day for this miracle! It is so wonderful and I foresee a bright future for myself, Leanne and my family!
If You Know of Anyone
The reason I have shared personal details of my life is to paint a picture of how depression can make lives miserable. Those who have depression or other mood disorders don’t choose to have them. Like tens of thousands of people the last 17+ years, I have found an effective solution that may help you, or someone you know, to be free of mood disorders.
Because my life has changed so dramatically, I am on a “crusade” to help others like myself learn about this amazing micronutrient. Antidepressants have played a part in providing relief from depression and anxiety, but there is a more healthy and effective solution without the negative side effects. This is true for me and over 100,000 people worldwide!
If you know of anyone struggling with mood disorders or other mental health issues, I encourage you
to send them to my website. They have nothing to lose and possibly improved mental health to gain!
PLEASE VISIT MY WEBSITE
I have developed a website that shares a video of Anthony Stephan’s story as well as information on EMPowerplus Q96. You can’t purchase the product from this site, but you can order a free 7-day sample that I am happy to share with you.
MY WEBSITE: www.abriefintro.com Sincerely,
Mitch Newman
PLEASE VISIT MY WEBSITE
I have developed a website that shares a video of Anthony Stephan’s story as well as information on EMPowerplus Q96. You can’t purchase the product from this site, but you can order a free 7-day sample that I am happy to share with you.
MY WEBSITE: www.abriefintro.com Sincerely,
Mitch Newman
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