I’m Still Tired, Dammit

It is finally sunny (and will be for more than a day) and I am still tired I am usually a solar powered human. The rain depleted me so very badly the last week. It's going to take me a while to power back up, even with the extra vitamin D I took last week. …

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Mental Illness is NOT Cool

It's just not. If I HAD a choice, I would choose not to have it. These are the cards I was dealt. I will always have this illness. It is not a bandwagon you can jump on, nor is it fashionable. I talk about it because I decided to be open about my journey, not …

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I’m Gonna Do It

This Tuesday, I start training for a 15km race. I am running the Scotibank Bluenose 15km route in June. It's been a staggered start in my running this year with illness and other issues. I will be glad to start a training plan. Glad, and extremely nervous. I know I can run this distance. I've …

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A Chat With My Daughter

Today I recorded a podcast with my daughter. We talked about her mental illness and her journey. She did great, and I was happy she was so willing to share that with me and so many others. As a parent, you always worry that you are doing things right. As a parent with mental illness, …

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Recharging The Soul

I am very thankful for our trip to Cuba this year. It was beautiful. It was hot. It was eye opening. Being able to get away has been very good, for both the mind and the soul. Travelling with a mental illness isn't always easy. I have a lot of anxiety beforehand. I know what …

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We’re Doing Okay

Things are going well. My daughter's meds seem to be working. She is slowly beginning to come back into the outside world, and I am very grateful. At the end of this week, we are off to sun and sand for a much needed vacation. After this vacation it will be a slow return to …

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What I Wish You Knew

In my darkest (and not so darkest) hours there are things I cannot say. It's not because I physically can't. It's because I am afraid to. If they are spoken out loud they become real. If they stay inside they are only my demons to deal with. So, when I can't say what I need …

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