Why do people comfort grieving people by telling them that it will go away?
“Sorry. Your crisis isn’t enough for us to keep you,” said the doctor. “This isn’t an emergency.”
I’m sitting in the park near Kensington market enjoying the sunshine and letting my thoughts drift.
The first time I really thought about the concept of Me, involved eating a chewy handful of mushrooms in my first year of university.
Since the death of Raymond Taavel, I have been inundated with emails, asking me to speak out against the mental health system that would allow Andre Noel Denny onto the streets to commit his murder.
On June 28th, 2010 I came out about my experiences with anxiety and depression.
Any employer can do a Google search and find out about the battles I have fought and how close I came to losing them.
You ever wonder where you are going to be in five years?
If you are like me you don’t have the slightest clue.
That idea used to scare me.
No Country for Old Men?
That belongs in the Toronto Metro and reasons I’m going to hell. Last week they printed a headline that said, “Shooter Had Time To Kill” about the massacre in Norway.
I’m not good at headlines.