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Today I’m home from work sick and I really don’t feel good. But sometimes opportunity comes in the form of what we initially think isn’t so great.

Today is Bell Let’s Talk Day too.

And I so want to talk. Anyone who knows me even a little isn’t surprised by that I’m sure. I want to talk about Mental Health. I want to talk about the fact that people you know well, people you walk by the street every day, total strangers that smile broadly at you SUFFER from mental illness, things like depression, OCD, anxiety and a plethora of other ones and YOU probably know nothing about it.

I want to talk about the myths, assumptions, stigma. I want to talk about the far too many lives lost every day to mental illness. I want to talk about the families and friends, lovers and children left wondering, trying to make sense, trying to carry one. I want to talk about the hopelessness and the hope. The fear and the courage. The present and the future.

But most importantly, today…

I WANT TO LISTEN…

I WANT TO UNDERSTAND…

I WANT TO SIT WITH YOU…

I WANT TO LEARN…

I WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND…

I WANT TO BE QUIET…

I WANT TO BE LOUD…

I WANT TO BE THERE…

AND I AM.

I ask each of you to take time not only today, but everyday to really look, seek out and listen. For those needing help, don’t give up… find it. Talk to someone. And keep talking and keep trying. Please.

I don’t want add any more names to the list. It’s too long. It’s already too personal.

A young man took his life in our area just this week. A friend of his had posted on FB earlier in the summer “My biggest fear is losing people.” A cyber friend had a “lovely smiling” previous coworker taker her own life this past week.

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So take the time. Don’t assume. Ask a friend. Be a friend.

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I am here. Reach out. I mean it. Whether you know me or not. I’m here. Please let’s talk. I will listen. You are not alone. Honest, even if it feels that way. Let’s work to change it together.

In memory of all those we’ve lost and in eternal hope that we lose no more.

Related blog: Out Of The Ashes We Rise (in memory of Todd Pidhorodetsky April 21, 1970-March 6, 2010)

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I looked at my blog list this morning and realized the last few titles were completely depressing!  Now, I must admit the subject matter itself while serious, wasn’t full on depressing, I actually hope some of it in the end inspired and helped give some hope.

But let’s face it, the subject matter does sound rather grim: eating disorders, suicide, loneliness, crap ideas, losing a child, and being over 50.  When I look at it in that way, it’s not a cup of tea I’m suddenly wanting…

In truth though, they’ve really been addressing using control in a positive way, finding your way back to living, patience, trusting yourself, turning grief into something more and liberating yourself.

I hear myself saying, “Words matter, perspective is a choice”.  

My word choices reflected the seriousness and gravity of the subject matter, but not with the lighter and deeper point that I was really getting at.  When I saw the list of titles to be completely honest, even I didn’t want to read them, I certainly wasn’t rising like air.

It dawned on me that’s really what the point is, to help people feel power, the energy of  goodness and kindness, and at least here, I don’t want to make them wait until the end of the story to experience it.  The more we all learn how to bring kindness and goodness to ourselves and each other we really will see those same things take hold and grow bigger and stronger in the world.  Slowly the beliefs that don’t serve us will begin to drop away.

With that in mind, I’ve decided, it’s time for a change.  We commit to remaining conscious of the words we use even when choosing our titles to interest with a feeling of hope rather than resignation.  Yes, change is feeling good.

Hmmm… that tea is sounding rather refreshing again.  I think I hear the kettle boiling.  Earl Grey anyone?

The power of words is in their selection, not in their number.  Ernest Hemingway apparently once one a bet writing a story of only 6 words capable of making people cry.

“For Sale:  Baby shoes.  Never worn.”

Always remember, wield your power wisely.

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