I wrote a piece for IBF awhile back that they use in their resource section, and one for Psych Central as well. Here I will sum those up a little. While I see the progress that we have made in understanding, treating and accepting mental illness, there is still a mountain of misinformation that is … Continue reading Today is Self Harm Awareness Day
Depression and anxiety Encompass more than sadness, Fumbling hands, and racing heartbeats. It's missed deadlines, Canceled plans, drawn blinds to block the sun, prayers to make it to dawn. It's silence after breakdowns, Bruised knees From praying for peace. It's lying in the fetal position, drowning in a sea of tears. It's succumbing to grief … Continue reading You are never alone – Sarah Jean Bowers
You understand words like, empty, dry, and nothing but you’ll never know what hollow feels like because your mind will never take you under. It won’t swallow the smile from your daughter’s face before it ever reaches your eyes. You understand words like, full, vibrant, and ecstasy but you’ll never know what euphoria feels like … Continue reading Of Maniacs and Manics
Last month Stephanie Bennett-Henry and I wrote something together that touches on Stigma. I was reluctant to post it for (get this) fear of offending people. How ridiculous is that? Pretty ridiculous considering the disgusting comments and jokes that people are making today, in regard to Sinead O'Connor. I swear to God, some of you need … Continue reading Crazy, Cancer & Chuckles
Broken, I love someone broken “We’re playing hot potato,” you had said As we took turns to succumb to the monsters; Those chemical teeter-totters in the playgrounds Of our heads, and whilst I was below Beset, prepared to die to spare you (How nobly I would go, for you, for everyone For those foolish … Continue reading Broken, I love someone broken – Lizzi Lewis
Written for a very special boy in my life and dedicated to every other beautiful soul who lives and loves with Autism. He doesn’t say much. Often struggles to be heard. But his eyes speak while he whispers his words. His days are structured routine is what he needs. He thrives when … Continue reading Light It Up Blue
It’s Day 3 of the Jian Ghomeshi trial, the first witness has been discredited already and we’ve now moved right along on to number 2.
During the time the story broke that he was being fired from the CBC as sexual assault accusations came to light, every woman I spoke to about it was deeply disturbed. Deeply disturbed. Every woman. No matter her age, level of Q fandom, political leanings and/or lifestyle, this story, of all news stories, had knocked the wind out of her. She couldn’t get it out of her head. Couldn’t stop thinking. Things were coming back to her. Feelings, and questions, about interactions she’d buried in the subterranean sludge of her mind for years. Interactions that were flooding her now. She couldn’t breathe.
I’ve been degraded, I’ve been humiliated, I’ve been coerced, I’ve been pressured, I’ve been guilt-tripped, I’ve been taken advantage of, I’ve had my humanity…
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