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
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 finally made the appointment, you sat down, and took a breath and started to say the thing you’d been carrying, the thing that lives at the intersection of your family history, your racialized body, your community, your survival. And
You’re lying in bed at 11pm. Something sits heavy on your chest. It’s too late to call anyone, but even if you could who would you talk to? You just need to say it out loud to someone, (or something),
Have you heard the term “nervous system” thrown around a lot these days? With access to so much more information about mental health and the body’s response to stress and trauma, you may have come across this term. But what
It’s hard to deny we are living through particularly difficult times. Turning on the news feels like bracing for an assault on our humanity and the humanity of others. The past few years have felt like a barrage of incrementally
You’ve been thinking about it for months. Maybe longer. You finally made the appointment – or at least opened the tab, typed in the search, gotten close. And then your mom calls. She asks how you are. You say fine.