I wonder why I put myself through the mental wringer
Depression tracks me like a ninja, quietly plotting his course in the dark; muted footfalls, cagey eyes.
Living with it requires constant vigilance, self-care. Ignoring the signs can lead to disaster. I constantly calculate the costs and benefits of disclosure. I'm afraid of appearing weak.
I push through.
Deep down, I know something's . . .
I'm no longer silent about bipolar disorder
Every year around this time, the Bell Let's Talk campaign is front and centre. I admire the spokespeople who share their personal stories in the hopes of raising awareness about mental illness.
I've blogged about depression, but something always held me back about bipolar disorder. Well, here it goes ...
In my early twenties, I was . . .
In dealing with depression, I have become a better, stronger person
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Teaching grade school and parenting are very similar. Both involve educating children, and both require great patience. My first foray into teaching wasn’t successful, but it helped me become a stronger person and prepared me for eventual parenthood.
In May, 2000, I earned my . . .