You have the title. Maybe you have had it for years. You show up, you deliver, you hold things together for your team, your organization, your community. And underneath all of that, something is quietly unraveling. Not because you are
Your child came home from school quieter than usual. Maybe it has been happening for weeks. Maybe you have noticed them pulling back – from friends, from things they used to love, from you. You ask if they are okay.
“That’s not going to happen” you think to yourself as you are at a doctor’s appointment, or reading a nutrition article, or scrolling through a wellness account. The advice makes sense – Eat more vegetables, cut the rice, watch the
July is BIPOC Mental Health Month in Canada and across North America. And if you have never heard of it, or if you have heard of it but aren’t quite sure what it means or why it exists, you are
You have tried yoga before. Maybe more than once. You rolled out the mat, showed up to the studio, followed along. And somewhere in the middle of it something felt off. It might have been in the playlist, the language,
Someone says it at the end of a hard conversation: “But you have so much to be grateful for.” Something in your chest goes tight. Not because you don’t already know that. Not because joy is foreign to you. Because
You sit on the edge of your bed after an exhausting Tuesday. You drop your phone onto the mattress, and the room falls quiet. Suddenly, a heavy blanket of sadness settles over your chest. You did not watch a tragedy
You have been searching for a therapist. You have read profile after profile. Words like “culturally sensitive,” “culturally competent,” “anti-oppressive,” and “culturally responsive” keep appearing – sometimes all on the same profile, sometimes interchangeably, as though they mean the same
In my twenties, I walked and biked everywhere. I went out with friends, partied late, survived on minimal hours of sleep and ate foods that didn’t feel the best. Sure, I wasn’t exactly the picture of health, agility, or peak
You are sitting at the dinner table. Someone in the family is struggling – visibly, undeniably. Maybe it is you. Maybe it is a parent, a sibling, a cousin whose eyes have gone flat in a way that worries you.