(This story came to me yesterday, and I’d already decided to use it, regardless of the prompt. How handy that “what’s a superpower you’d love to have” fits into the plan so nicely. I’m enjoying moving beyond the mental illness navel-gazing I’m prone to, though I try to make my essays somewhat life-lesson applicable. I’m... Continue Reading →
I don’t think I have a hero. [i] Except perhaps for Terry Fox, held up as a hero by every Canadian. The Marathon of Hope was like nothing the world had seen, and I think that was perhaps true of Terry as well. He died on June 28, 1981. I was just twelve as he... Continue Reading →
Another night of weak sleep. It's a combination of things: guilt at snapping at my parents, distress over my daughter's problems, personal grief, pain and misery. On the bright side, my hips are fine. As in, they're still screwed but no worse than last year. Why then, the pain, the swelling, the vomiting? Referrals are... Continue Reading →
“Reach out when you need help. Speak up when you are struggling. And if you don’t feel heard, yell louder because you are worth it and you are not alone.”
It was a Sunday afternoon in August and I had just finished eating a piece of banana bread with coffee to celebrate the $8,000 goal I reached as a part of the pre-launch campaign for my book, Good Enough.
I sat in awe, overwhelmed by all of the love and support I received from others and thought to myself,This is finally happening.My dream is coming true. I’m going to be a published author.
Before continuing my day of celebration, I decided to check the emails I’d abandoned while finishing up the campaign. In it, there was a message from my friend Kyle that read this:
“Idk if ya care anymore but thanks beyond. Best to ya Car.”
Attached to the email was a song calledFollaton Woodsby Ben Howard and I instantly knew my friend was not okay. Moments later, I received a message from…
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