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Out of the Darkness: Aligning Science and Spirit to Overcome Depression by Debra Holz

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Out of the Darkness

Out of the Darkness One woman’s courageous journey from the darkness of depression to the light of awakening, healing, joy, and peace. For 50 years, depression was an insidious tormentor that dictated what Debra Holz believed not only about herself but also the meaning and purpose of life, faith, love and death. Raised by a troubled mother and abusive father, she endured crippling emotional trauma that led her down a dark path of addiction and self-loathing.

Decades of talk therapy and psychotropic drugs did little to abate her symptoms. Determined to end her life, everything changed in 2013 when an internal voice whispered: What if there’s another way to heal depression beyond traditional medical and psychiatric treatments? What unfolded was a way forward that revolutionized her thoughts, reframed her childhood events, and transformed her life. Holz candidly shares the step-by-step approach that she discovered and developed to rewire her brain and, thereby, her neurochemistry-ultimately leading to a deep joy and peace she had never known.

Out of the Darkness is for anyone who suffers with debilitating depression and is open to exploring the cutting-edge science of neuroplasticity. With an estimated 10 percent of Americans struggling with this condition, the book sheds valuable light on why the merging of science and spirit is critically important in overcoming depression. Holz is living proof that it’s possible to triumph over it and emerge out of the darkness.

Praise for Out of the Darkness:

“Debra, you tell the truth and hold the darkness of shame up to the light, and that darkness just disappears. You are brave and courageous—not only for capturing your story but also for persevering and striving to be and do better and maybe to love and be loved. I am honored to know you and see a miracle right before my very eyes.” ~ Carolyn L, Licensed Therapist

“Debra has a gift for knowing what readers want to read with her compelling writing style.” ~ Roger Stuart, Editor

“While Debra’s book did tell a very sad story, in the end, there was healing and recovery. I enjoyed reading that it is possible to overcome trauma.” ~ C. Losey

“I thoroughly enjoyed reading Debra’s book on overcoming obstacles. She is a warrior! Debra mentions many resources she used to overcome her depression, and her autobiography is compelling.” ~ Tammy A.

“Debra Holz takes us through the often horrifying journey of depression. She lays out the challenges she faced over a 50-year window. This book is a must-read for everyone and their loved ones struggling with depression. Debra gives us all hope.” ~ Davis

Book Details:

Genre: Mental Health, Transformation, Neurolinguistics, Depression

Published by: Indie

Publication Date: December 2022

Number of Pages: 193

ISBN: 979-8351544625

To purchase Out of the Darkness: Aligning Science and Spirit to Overcome Depression, click either of the following links: Amazon | Goodreads

Listen in as Debra shares some of her story:

Out of the Darkness Guest Post — The Magic and Beauty of Words Strung Together

by Debra Holz

When I was an elementary school girl growing up in southern California, exactly 1.2 miles from the Pacific Ocean, my favorite place to hang out beside the beach was the neighborhood public library. In those days, parents believed it was safe for children to play outside until the streetlights came on. But instead of playing kickball, dodgeball, and hide-and-seek with the kids on my block, I often wandered to the library after school, where I spent endless hours lost in a fantasy world of books. Most of the time, I’d rather be there than at home or with my peers.

My parents were preoccupied with their lives and problems. So, my brother and I were ignored or treated mostly like nuisances; the upside of their parenting, or lack thereof, was that I was mostly unsupervised.

In other words, I could do whatever I wanted. And I did.

From books, I learned about people, families, and worlds that I believed I would never be part of. But I could dream, and when I dreamed, for brief periods, I could forget about my troubled childhood.

Because I so admired the authors who wrote my favorite books and marveled that they could string words together so beautifully, evoking visual imaginings so perfectly that I thought the images in my head were real. I wrote about raggedy girls who became beautiful princesses and animals that could talk. I wrote about angels and a god who would one day save me. I wrote mystery stories about girls who solved crimes. The Nancy Drew series was my top favorite, followed closely by books like Charlotte’s Web, Island of the Blue Dolphins, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Across Five Aprils, and later when I was older, I became fascinated with A Wrinkle in Time, which addressed my early obsession with good and evil. 

Because of my love of books in elementary school, I knew I wanted to be a writer when I grew up.

As soon as I could write sentences, I began creating my own stories. I printed the words I magically gleaned from somewhere beyond my mind, not knowing what would appear until I saw them on paper. I trimmed lined school paper into the shape of my treasured library books, and three-whole punched the left side of the pages. I strung the pages together with colorful yarn swiped from my mother’s crochet basket.

After hand-printing a few copies of a story I had created (the first one was about talking dolphins), I went door to door “selling” them. It makes me chuckle to recall how the parents of the neighborhood kids would smile at me sweetly, bemused, I’m sure, and buy my books for the sale price of 5 cents! Thus, I became a published professional author at age nine.

I was so proud.

I continued to write and develop my craft throughout my childhood and teens. At age 19, I was published in the national magazine, Coronet (now defunct) with my byline. A dream come true. My first two nationally published articles were about Elvis and Cher. And I thought I had achieved immortality even if I never had another byline. And I was hooked.

By my teens, I knew that all I ever wanted to be was a writer, and though my father thought I should pursue a practical business major in college, I instead earned a bachelor of arts degree in English education in 1979. My father assured me that I would never make a living writing!

I reasoned that I would become a high school teacher so that my holidays and summers would allow me to write as I worked towards my dream of publishing a bestselling novel. In the emotional melodrama of those young years, I made a ridiculous deal with myself: if I didn’t do this by age 21, I would have to kill myself! Fortunately, 21 came and went without that novel, and I’m still alive and well.

After college, I never did become a high school teacher. I entered the advertising and marketing industry, working my way up from a display ad paste-up artist to a copywriter, then creative director until I owned my own marketing and advertising company. Concurrently, I began writing for major newspapers.

(And it turned out dad was very wrong. Since then, I’ve primarily made a living as a writer and have made quite a bit of money doing what I love!)

In 1983, I lamented to a mentor that my writing needed more depth and was disappointed with its quality. His wise words were that once I’d experienced life and more pain, my writing would gain the depth for which I yearned.

So, life happened over and over again, and I made horrendous mistakes, things that though I experienced an awakening eight years ago, I ruminated over with countless regrets. What could I do with the sorrows I felt?

I don’t remember the exact moment when I decided to write my book, but I was compelled to start putting my story to paper. As I wrote, it became clear that doing so might help my children understand why I behaved as I did during their childhood. To my surprise, as I wrote it, I began to understand myself as I peeled layer after layer back, saw new things, and gained a new, revised understanding of who I am.

The process was cathartic.

As most other authors have experienced, writing a book is an organic process; nothing about it is black and white. What you think you’ll write evolves with your fingers on the keyboard. Throughout, I often asked myself, “Why are you doing this? Nobody is going to read your book! You’re wasting your time!” I would stop and start and stop again, but the compulsion to finish gave me no choice. Once I began, something outside me took over, and I knew I had to finish it. But it was only at the end that I understood why.

Madeleine L’Engle, the author of award-winning A Wrinkle in Time, said:

“I cannot possibly tell you how I came to write it. It was simply a book I had to write. I had no choice. It was only after it was written that I realized what some of it meant.”

Yes, indeed.

And though I swore I would never write another book, it’s too late; the compulsion to continue writing has taken over, and I’m already onto my next book.

Read an excerpt:


As my eyes slowly flutter open, the blinding glare from the light on the sterile white ceiling causes me to wince. An I.V. bag dangles at the end of a silver pole, its line connected to a needle in my arm. I feel numb yet overwhelmed with despair. My mind is too groggy to comprehend what’s going on.

“Debra, do you know where you are?” a woman asks authoritatively.

I don’t. Wherever I am, the last thing I want is to be there, or anywhere.

“You’re in the emergency room at Western Psychiatric Hospital,” she explains, a bit more gently. I can see through dim eyesight that she appears to be a nurse. “Do you know why you’re here?”

I’m too sleepy to be concerned with her question. She pinches my arm hard to awaken me. I can see through the window that it’s dark, so it must be nighttime. Gradually, the fog clears as the nurse waits for me to respond. Obviously, my plan to kill myself had failed.

The impulse to end my life had consumed me since age 17, and it nearly did win the night before. My plan was firm: Drink enough wine to douse my fear, grab one of the loaded guns that my criminal defense attorney husband, Harrison, kept in our house, and shoot a bullet through my temple. For a decade leading up to this evening, I was too afraid to directly commit suicide, not knowing the possible spiritual consequences (if there is such a thing) in the afterlife. So, I routinely played an alcohol-and-sleeping-pill bedtime roulette, hoping that with the right spin of the sedative wheel, I wouldn’t wake up in the morning.

That fateful night, my drinking binge led to a blackout, which preempted my attempt to finish what I’d started. After I came to in the early morning hours, I told Harrison about my death intention. With a shrug of disgust, he walked into the other room, turned on the television, and proceeded to watch some sporting event. About six hours later, he drove me to Western Psychiatric Institute and Clinic.

The nurse pinches my arm once more, and that’s when I come to my senses and realize that, somehow, I’m still alive. I am deeply and acutely disappointed by this awareness.

What preceded this incident was fifty years of depression, an illness that told me what to think not only about myself but also the meaning of life, death, and the elusive truth about personal value and purpose. It dictated who I was, what to believe and how to feel. A faithful tormentor, depression refused to leave me alone no matter how much I pleaded and sometimes prayed to a deity whose existence I doubted. A merciless opponent, this illness was determined to enslave me with its chronic emotional and mental floggings. All those years, it never ceased and had no regard for how weary I had become.

My brain began wiring itself for depression from the early years of my childhood. Being in its clutches dominated my life by regulating how my brain functioned and allowed despair to overtake my other emotions. Through my teen years and well into adulthood, depression didn’t care about my positive experiences, accomplishments, and other things that should have made me happy. It marred and even ruined what should have been joyous occurrences and events such as my advanced education, career success, dream house with my new husband, and my children’s births.

If you suffer from depression, which I assume you might since you’re reading this book, you may feel as I did that there’s no escape from the misery. But there is. In fact, healing is possible. After a lifetime of suffering, I finally healed my depression outside of traditional medical methods. I reveal on these pages how I step-by-step revolutionized my beliefs, rewired my brain—thereby changing my neurochemistry—and created methods and habits to secure the longevity of my newfound joy and peace. Since 2014, I haven’t had an episode of depression! Hard to believe, isn’t it? I no longer doubt that it’s true and doable.

Healing through depression was, for sure, a spiritual awakening. As I grew through my healing process, my perception of the God I was introduced to as a child changed and expanded my consciousness. For clarification, when I use the word “God” within these chapters, it isn’t quite an accurate noun for what I consider “source, divine awareness, the creator.” So, for the sake of simplicity and since for many it’s common usage, I will say “God” interchangeably with these other terms.

My healing journey was a deep dive into the realms of science, as well. I share how quantum physics is relevant to healing depression, as well as how the brain works and how to rewire it away from depression. I also share emotional, spiritual, and behavioral exercises that, little by little, you’ll be able to integrate into your own life. As you take tiny then small steps at first, you’ll discover an increase in your life force energy. Eventually, you will be able to work on bigger and bigger tasks towards full healing.

First, let’s review a definition of depression and its ramifications. The Mayo Clinic describes depression as “a mood disorder that causes a persistent feeling of sadness … [that] affects how you feel, think, and behave and can lead to a variety of emotional and physical problems.” According to the World Health Organization, depression is a leading cause of disability; worldwide, it’s estimated that 264 million people suffer from it. Interestingly, more women experience depression and suicidal ideations than men, but men have higher rates of successful suicides. And the United States ranks as one of five countries with the highest numbers of depression sufferers. Though there may be other causes of depression, it is typically attributed to factors such as the brain’s faulty neurological mood regulation, genetics, emotional and physical trauma, childhood neglect and abuse, and major life stressors, including serious medical issues. What’s more, the National Institutes of Health reports that depression is associated with a higher risk of early mortality, and approximately 7.9 fewer years of life expectancy.

Unfortunately, those who haven’t suffered from depression sometimes expect a depressed person to just “snap out of it . . . stop the self-pity . . . think positive.” But when a person is clinically depressed, it’s typically impossible to “snap out of it” or simply solve the issue by thinking positively. While it may appear that a depressed person is self-pitying, they are usually filled with self-contempt and shame about their condition, as I was. And “recovering” without guidance and other forms of help is unlikely.

When I attempted to feel better, a haunting sadness assured me that I couldn’t escape the darkness and pain. As the years passed with no relief, the belief that something was intrinsically wrong with me and that I would never get better gained momentum. At the same time, I couldn’t shake the sensation that disaster was right around the corner. I harbored the continuous terrorizing sense that I was in ocean-deep water with my chin just above the surface, dogpaddling like crazy so I wouldn’t go under. I knew that if I did, it would be the end of me.

I got plenty of traditional counseling over the decades, starting with my first therapist at age 17. I accepted what she and all my subsequent mental health professionals told me about my biologically based, supposedly incurable illness. For over three decades, the psychiatrists and therapists who considered me their patient insisted that only therapy and psychiatric drugs would help me gain power over my depression. Looking back, I believe that they truly wanted to help me. Yet, despite their efforts and my earnest attempts to feel better, I remained powerless. Though I functioned—at times scarcely or not at all—I passed through the decades barely engaged in life. For those who didn’t know me well, most of the time, I appeared to be functional and, well, “normal.” I completed my bachelor’s degree by age 21 and began my professional life, at which I succeeded, eventually owning my own company at age 29. At times, I appeared happy, I even had a sense of humor, and was talkative and outgoing; this was all a façade. From my outward appearance, I may have seemed fine; but inside, I was tormented. Only those closest to me knew.

By my late forties, the pain of depression and all the meds I was taking were not only emotionally but also physically debilitating. It occupied my mind and body. I could focus on nothing else. I dreaded the future and saw no possibility of relief ahead. It all culminated in 2007, when I intentionally drank too much wine and located Harrison’s gun. If he hadn’t taken me to Western Psych, I most probably wouldn’t have made it—which wouldn’t have been the worst-case scenario. In fact, despite my desire to be free from pain, I felt paralyzed and suffered terribly from my inability to follow through with suicide. Besides dooming my children, I envisioned that the horror of a failed attempt might render me conscious yet stuck in a useless, wordless body—and more disconsolate than ever. Being trapped with emotional and mental torment forever, unable to communicate or move—still not knowing what will happen when I die—would be, I imagined, the most inescapable torture of all.

This is what struck me as I slowly awakened in the emergency room at Western Psych and what eventually gave me the courage to find a better way, beyond traditional therapy and pharmaceuticals, to finally take control of my health, my mind, my life. It was, essentially, a turning point from dark to light.

That is why I’ve titled this book Out of the Darkness: Aligning Science and Spirit to Overcome Depression. Not only have I healed my depression through means outside of traditional mental health treatment, I’ve also been lovingly led into the light—a persistent, impenetrable condition of joy, contentment, and peace. For that, I am abundantly and endlessly thankful. It is nothing short of a transformation into a way of being that I had never dreamed was possible. Every morning, I awake joyful and grateful to have been gifted another depression-free day. As of this writing, I am eight years without depression’s malevolence. I still can hardly believe it. I marvel when life continues to throw difficult challenges my way, but I remain mostly unfazed.

I fear not because I know that I am beyond the risk of descending back into the darkness. Finally living fully and embracing life consciously, I now feel a sense of responsibility and purpose to share my experience with those who suffer with this dreadful/deplorable condition. My mission is to shed light on effective alternative ways to heal, so that others may emerge out of the darkness and enjoy lives of joy, health, and peace.


Excerpt from Out of the Darkness: Aligning Science and Spirit to Overcome Depression by Debra Holz. Copyright 2022 by Debra Holz. Reproduced with permission from Debra Holz. All rights reserved.


Debra Holz —Author of Out of the Darkness: Aligning Science and Spirit to Overcome Depression

Out of the DarknessDebra Holz is the author of Out of the Darkness: Aligning Science and Spirit to Overcome Depression, which won the national Taz author’s award in the non-fiction category and achieved best-seller status on Amazon.

A natural storyteller, her book chronicles her 50-year struggle with major clinical depression and ultimately, how she healed her brain and balanced her neurochemistry beyond traditional psychiatric treatment. Using neuroplasticity techniques she developed and a major change in her underlying beliefs, she rewired and healed her brain and has been depression free since 2014.

It is her passionate mission to share her story with as many depression sufferers as possible so they too may heal themselves. Debra has been a successful freelance writer and journalist since 1985. Besides her talent for direct response creativity, she is known for her expertise in legal content for major law firms as well as the technology and computer industry, banks, and investment corporations.

She also has written for many major city newspapers.

To learn more about Debra, click on any of the following links:, Instagram – @debraholz, Twitter – @debraholz11Facebook

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This Post Has 7 Comments

  1. Gina

    Wow! Love this. What a journey she’s made. Thanks so much for sharing Debra’s book with us, Elena!

  2. Frank Zaccari

    In our COVID and divisive world, depression is on the rise. Depression does not care who you are, what do you, how much you make. Depression’s goal is to make you feel alone and helpless. Once it separates you from the herd, depressions wins. Debra’s book will give hope to thousands.

  3. Debra Holz

    Hi, Elena! Deb Holz here. In the whirlwind of my book’s publication, I am only now finding the time to respond to your review. It is well done, and I thank you.

    1. Elena Hartwell

      Happy to host you on my blog. Best of luck to you with your book!

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