Depression makes no sense. It strikes many people you don’t suspect. It’s something hidden because it’s something most are embarrassed about. Those that have it are often viewed as weird and are avoided by others.
Earlier today, a friend told me about a friend of his that had started taking anti-depressants. She said that she felt like “some kind of crazy person” for taking them, and my friend verified for me that she was only taking one or two pills.
I feel like a deflated balloon on the bottom of a heap of garbage. This anemia problem is really getting old.
I can distinctly remember the first time I sat in the emergency room for mental health reasons; distraught, emotional, scared...I was in crisis.
Patrick Dion, Vice-Chair of the Mental Health Commission of Canada, was at Western University on March 5th, to present the talk: “My Journey to Understanding Mental Health.” Through this talk Dion discussed an issue close to
(Someone tell me you get this reference! Hehe)
Dear younger self,
I am learning that there are two lives we have to work with.
The first one is the one we sculpt from the moment we learn to talk, the life we plan to have. Mine was incredible: