Mother loss is a nightmare I never expected to experience in my mid-thirties, and losing my mom to a three-week battle with cancer changed me in ways that I didn’t know were possible. It’s a story I share not because it’s easy but because it’s

I was a caregiver & advocate for my mother. She had an incurable non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma & Pancreatic Cancer. It was 30 years after her cancer diagnosis, and things were going fairly well, but then came the challenges of navigating Covid-19. Life was put on hold,

I needed to befriend resiliency. My love/hate – ok, mostly hate-filled relationship with the “r” word, is a battle Royale. It’s kind of legendary, even. Oh, how I have long railed, rallied and ranted against it. Just saying it out loud kind of leaves me

Given the effects of complex PTSD, I woke up one morning and found myself struggling to breathe. I thought that emerging out of two early-stage cancer journeys was my biggest wake-up call to becoming resilient. Until one day, I found myself in the grips of C-PTSD.

I lost my son, my husband, and my brother within 2.5 years of each other. Grief came for me like a storm without warning, ripping through my life, taking my son, my husband, and my brother in its wake—but in the silence that followed, I

After over 30 years with my partner, I received a random text from a stranger that changed the course of my life. ‘Hi, I know you don’t know me very well I was wondering if we could have a chat? Regarding? ( I don’t want

Why anorexia? Why me? I suffered from anorexia and over-exercise addiction as a way to cope with my mom’s clinical depression from the age of six. I was hospitalized, and this is where my journey of resilience began. My story of mental illness doesn’t start

I lost my marriage, my career, and my health all at once, which pushed me into deep depression and addiction. Nobody ever tells you that simply walking across the front yard might, one day, feel like climbing a mountain. But when you find yourself deep

I knew I had to leave after 28 years when staying felt like a betrayal of my deepest truth—a truth I could no longer ignore, even if that truth meant facing the unknown. From Heartbreak to Healing In my early twenties, I found a love

The Murder of my grandmother during the October 7th Terror Attacks was broadcasted to me and my whole family through my grandmother’s Facebook page. It was the night between the 6th and the 7th of October, and I was in Toronto, preparing for an upcoming