She has struggled with depression and anxiety as far back as she can remember. Her dad passed away when she was just 4 years old. Her world was turned upside down and everything spiralled out of control ever since. She’s been in and out of...

Her 2-year-old son has lived much of his young life in the hospital due to a rare heart condition. Because of this, she has developed secondary Post Traumatic Stress disorder. Through avoidance of her thoughts and triggers, she has also developed Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder...

She loved and she trusted him and he hurt her. She was 5 years old when the first one sexually abused her. She told and no one believed her. It happened again at 8 years old, but a different man this time. She told, but...

Her fear is constant, it doesn’t let up and she knows it doesn’t make sense. She lives with it everyday and it torments her daily. She sees and anticipates the worst in every situation.  She stresses about situations that haven’t happened and they aren’t logical, but...

He woke from his nightmare and his little heart was pounding out of his chest for the 4th night in a row. For a split second, he forgot she was gone and he cried out for her. “Mamma, please, come, I had another nightmare”, but...

I met David at an event after he spoke about his "story" regarding mental health. When he was sharing with us, I found myself very inspired. The way he spoke was very heartfelt and without shame for what he went through but what really resonated...

Her son had the best sense of humour, it was dry and witty and he always had a way of making her laugh. He was handsome, smart and sensitive and he truly cared about the world and the people in it. He loved music and...

She sat beside his hospital bed with her hands folded neatly in her lap, her body aching from days and nights of talking to God. The Dr. quietly walked in; carrying with him the heavy burden of news he was about to tell her. She looked...

There are so many things I see when I look in the mirror… I see skin that has been scarred during battles with mental illness; I see grey and white hair where once I saw black, cherry red and deep purple hair; I see lines...

His nightmares didn’t start right away, neither did his screams.  He was tough and didn’t think he would be one of them who suffered at night reliving the horrors of the days gone by.  After seeing so much destruction, he would thrash around and his...