You got the grades, the degree, and the job. And somewhere in all of that, you learned not to talk about the parts that were hard, because the story about people like you is that you work hard, you succeed,
You have been thinking about getting a trainer. Maybe for a while. But you hesitate because you know that your goals sit within a personal cultural context your body carries ancestral strengths not recognized by the mainstream fitness industry, and
You have been checking your phone more than usual this week. Maybe it is the air quality warnings, maybe it is the footage that keeps appearing in your feeds: orange skies over Toronto, smoke so thick it turns midday into
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