I had my breakdown almost three years ago now. I was severely depressed and dealing with both active and passive suicidal ideations and although I had started therapy, I soon learned that an hour of support a week was not going to cut it. I didn’t know what I would do all those nights … Continue reading A Sincere Thank You for Your Words
It was 1988 when my mom wrote the first in a series of letters to our Prime Minister at the time, Brian Mulroney, regarding being able to end her terminal illness in a manner in which she had some control. It was in 1989 that she contacted the Right to Die organization based … Continue reading Should the Right to Die Include Mental Health?
Sometimes life throws so much at us at once, we can no longer stand up without the assistance of others. We have to drop our guard, allow ourselves to be vulnerable and reach out for help regardless of our pride or shame. I had made it my whole life keeping both a roof over my … Continue reading Swallow My Pride
They say that without darkness there is no light, yet I see not even a glimmer of light right now, like it has dissipated into tiny particles and scattered into obscurity, leaving me surrounded in a blanket of gloom. I feel like I have been dropped off in to the depths of the … Continue reading Lost In the Darkness of the Jungle
I have travelled the world from coast to coast, over and over since the beginning of time. I have seen the blessings and the sufferings of all of mankind. I have seen the souls of men, women and children through war, disease and famine. I have no sense of discrimination or bias. I do … Continue reading A Compelling Letter from Death
The moment my eyes open each morning, the same thoughts run through my head. Here we go again, another day of fighting non-stop battles in my mind, another day in which I begin the day as tired as I end it. The variations of thoughts that can overwhelm my mind in an instant have … Continue reading BPD and My First 15 Minutes
I don’t know if it is the Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) or the depression, or the two of them that work together to try and pull me into the water, after securing boulders to my feet. Regardless of the fight left in me, the weight of the rocks pull me slowly under … Continue reading Drowning In the Waters of Depression