This is not a woe is me story. I don’t feel sorry for myself. (I try not to, anyway.) What I’d hope is this starts a conversation around this topic because I’m finding that there are so many women (and men) out there who battle depression. It’s very common… although many of us choose to keep it a secret because we feel ashamed and/or guilty about it. And… what I’m discovering lately is, we mustn’t. It doesn’t help us OR our cause. In ways, going through it can really be a character strengthener. There’s so much to cover… this is just the first discussion.
As I am sitting at my desk sipping on my coffee, I realize I am smiling for no reason. I am sitting in total peace, completely content, and then I am overwhelmed by emotions. My mind starts racing and I begin to have flash backs from the last few years of my life. Over the course of those ten seconds of flashbacks and memories, I take a deep breath, and as I exhale, I say to myself, “Finally. Thank God, finally.”
Finally I can feel happiness. Finally I am not numb to everything around me. Finally I see how good I have it, how blessed I am and how far I have come. Finally I recognize how much love I am surround by daily. Finally I realize that I deserve to be loved. Finally I am capable of loving another with all my heart. Finally I truly love life.
As I sit here contemplating where the beginning of my journey really began, I start to realize how much help I really needed and how far I’ve come.
At this point in my life I’d suffered from chronic migraines, so going to the doctor was a monthly occurrence for me. But one Thursday morning doctors visit would change the course of my life forever. My dad, my doctor Didi and I became really close over the prior two years. So my dad sitting in on all my appointments was totally normal, and almost expected every time I went. When the nurse called out “Wilhelmina” I began to replay my migraines that week preparing myself for the questions Didi would ask. But as I began to sit down to update Didi, he stopped me, asking my dad to go for a walk around the mall. A thousand thoughts crossed
Did somebody say “mental health?” I thought you shouldn’t say that out loud, after all, it has a negative stigma right? Well to those who have or currently live with mental health diseases, please scream it out loud. It is a disease that can have disastrous effects and could be happening to anyone around you, including those you love the most or the boss you feel has everything “together”.
This is the story of Chris Burns. A great friend and someone who I believe will be a huge part of the mental health movement in Canada for years to come. His unique story and his fearless way of delivering it is amazing to watch. This video follows Chris’ fascinating history, his battle with depression and ends with a message of hope for those who suffer.
For the last 2 years I have been confronted with a question that I have never had a clear answer to. The question is “Why”? Although this confronts me everyday I have underestimated the power in it. I have realized that sometimes your body will put things in motion before your brain will even process the “why”. Or maybe the answers are not always the prettiest ones. Maybe it is because I never took the time to truly admit the “why”, or maybe there are so many reasons that I struggle to find the one deserving of a definitive answer.
The question is; why did I start a Mental Health foundation?…
Mental illness is stigmatic to most, due to the misunderstanding involved in it. I am one of many who wish to offer people a different understanding. My name is Samantha and I suffer from clinical depression. I say ‘suffer’ because that is truly what mental illness causes: a daily struggle. Some days are better than others, in fact some days are wonderful; full of life and joy….
In the first edition of the UnderstandUs sessions, Independent filmmaker Elise Lussier explores the common reality of Mental Health barriers in society…
This is an amazing and inspiring take on the common issue of depression.