The elevator


The elevator

I sat in the doctor's office waiting for my prescription to be adjusted. “Alright Christopher, I’m going to lower your dosage and see if that makes a difference. Take an...

Jun 22, 2017

Coming out of the ‘M.I.’ Closet

“M.I.” mental illness or mission impossible? Admitting you suffer from mental illness is more like mission impossible. I was diagnosed with anxiety and...

Jun 13, 2017

The voice of depression is silence

"Don't submit it!" "Nobody will care!" "C'mon - you're just one guy among millions of people suffering!" These aren't quotes from others. These are well and...

Jun 8, 2017

Insignificant rubble

I feel like the rubble you find on the sidewalk. The driveway. The path behind your house. Sitting there, but you don't notice it, as insignificant as a fleck of lint...

Jun 6, 2017

Charcoal Milkshake

Brief Description About The Story: Greetings ! I am not healed. This is a journey! But like my very good friend once said, "just walk one foot in front of...

Jun 1, 2017

Postpartum anger

I don’t have postpartum depression. I have the pamphlet in my hand from my doctor’s office and I only have one symptom - worry about harming my baby. Nothing...

May 30, 2017

Do You Hear It?

Where you hear a washing machine with an uneven load, I hear the rattling of a diesel engine. When you hear sirens pass-by, I remember back-up that’s too far...

May 25, 2017

Finding the grey

I can see the difference in how I treat others and how I treat myself. I would do everything within my power and ability to help them through what...

May 23, 2017

Cheer up, Buttercup

Are you sick to death of hearing about depression? How sad we all are? It’s an epidemic apparently… I know I’m sick to death of hearing about it –...

May 16, 2017

Post-injury recovery

Never did I imagine this recovery journey, due to an accident in late-September 2015, would take this long or so much from me.  Post-concussion syndrome is best described as...

May 11, 2017

Floating at sea without any bearings

Hey! My name is Phil. I’m a 28-year-old living in Montreal. The following is a preview of a longer blog article I wrote...

May 9, 2017

How I Crushed Anxiety Twice

Black? Brown? White? Mixed? Afro-Caribbean? What the fuck was I supposed to be? How was I supposed to act? What was I supposed...

May 4, 2017