Quotes to live by

“Understanding is much deeper than knowledge. There are many people who know us, but very few who understand us”

“If you’re searching for that one person that will change your life, take a look in the mirror- its you”

“Self-worth is so vital to your happiness. If you don’t feel good about you, it’s hard to feel good about anything else” Mandy Hale

It’s interesting to note that the most kind and courageous souls you meet in life tend to be those who’ve faced the most cruelty and conflict. The vicious world might sharpen us like a blade, but whether we use that power to protect people or cause them pain, is always our choice.” -Beau Taplin

“Reminder: Happy people don’t go around making people unhappy. People who are generally happy in life often want to spread that emotion like wildfire. So the next time someone tries to bring you down and ruin your day, remind yourself that people who are internally happy don’t behave that way. It’s not you, the problem is with them. Wish them peace and walk away.”

“don’t let anyone tell you that it’s a bad thing to feel things deeply. a full heart is a strong heart and being soft doesn’t make you weak. being soft and loving makes you radiant. you deserve all of the love in the world and so many good things.”


“people who need help sometimes look a lot like people who don’t need help” Glennon Doyle Melton

“I am so afraid of disappointing the people I love, I often forget that I am someone I love too. And I need kindness just as much as I believe the people I love do.”

“As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.” Audrey Hepburn

“You can’t just turn off depression. It doesn’t work like that. It comes and goes like the seasons. With stormy months and months of sunshine. Do not think I control the weather of my emotions because it is not that easy.”

“Butterflies can’t see their wings. They cant see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.”

“if you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself” Nikita Gill

“Every single day, happiness is a work in progress. Every single day, the concept of love, and self-love is a work in progress. It’s never just going to come easily” Taylor Swift

I am so afraid of disappointing the people I love, I often forget that I am someone I love too. And I need kindness just as much as I believe the people I love do.

“Don’t let anyone tell you that it’s a bad thing to feel things deeply. A full heart is a strong heart and being soft doesn’t make you weak. Being soft and loving makes you radiant. You deserve all of the love in the world and so many good things.”

“Be protective of you, your aura. Be protective of the garden that you’ve watered for so long within you. You’ve worked too hard on yourself to let anyone with dirty feet walk all over your soul.”

“The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy.” Jim Rohn

“Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers”

“Don’t compare your chapter 1 to someone else’s chapter 15. Follow your own path, write your own life story.”



While society may claim to have evolved from focusing on stereotypical outer beauty, we are often left to wonder how far have we really evolve? The evolution of beauty trends has evolved to include a greater demographic with some extreme beauty trends spreading to younger audiences. And while beauty trends have their benefits in promoting confidence, the extent makes you wonder that while all that has its place, are the measures fickle?…..

Let’s get back to reality, simple beautiful reality. Reality can be good and dare I say real, we are real, no filters needed, no need for Photoshop. Loving, appreciating and accepting oneself is a thing of beauty, inner beauty.

It can be quite a challenge to shift our mindset from following the crowd to being our authentic self but the results are so gratifying. Here are a few useful tips:

  • Know the difference between happiness and joy, happiness is often based on such things like other people, events and places. Joy come from within, being at peace with who you are and so is much more consistent and dependable.
  • Set reasonable goals
  • Never loose sight of what you have achieved no matter how small it may seem.
  • Meditate, mindful meditation is so profoundly beneficial
  • Self care: eat healthy, exercise and rest
  • Appreciate others without being gullible
  • Be kind to friends and to strangers


How Do You Take Care of Yourself?

How do you take care of yourself? Here is a list of ways to practice the subtle art of self-care.

1.A comfort box is a great simple idea that you can try at home. A comfort box is a box which you can fill with things that relax you or calm you. Bags and backpacks can also make great portable alternatives to an actual box.

Here are some possible things a comfort box or bag could include:

  • Your favourite chocolate or candy
  • Your favourite Books or poems
  • Colouring kits or drawing materials
  • A journal
  • Play Dough
  • A soft blanket
  • Non-triggering films or TV series
  • Comfort food recipes
  • Playlists of soothing music
  • Bath or shower items (bath bombs etc)
  • Scented candles
  • Bubble wand
  • Body lotions
  • Pictures of loved ones and/or pets
  • Herbal tea
  • Stress ball
  • Jigsaw puzzles
  • Relaxation or meditation exercises or audios
  • Old birthday cards
  • Friendship bracelets or recovery bracelets
  • glitter jars
  • encouraging notes/letters
  • essential oils
  • List of reasons to stay alive
  • List of things you like about yourself
  • Stickers
  • Bubble wrap
  • Crayons and a colouring book/printed colouring pages
  • Letters from loved ones

What would be in your comfort box?

  1. Taking time out of your day just for yourself. Whether it’s going on a 30-minute walk and taking pictures of what you see (i.e. garden, nature, scenery) set time limit dedicated to just you and your peace.
  2. Stargaze
  3. Treat yourself to your favourite meal
  4. Put on your diffuser. Lavender is a naturally relaxing scent
  5. Listen to songs you haven’t listened to in years
  6. Organizing your drawers, cupboards
  7. Puzzles
  8. New recipe
  9. Draw, paint, make art
  10. Start a new hobby
  11. Make a list of 25 of your best qualities.
  12. Make a list of what you’re grateful for
  13. Dumping your brain out. Everything you think/feel dump it all out. Whether that’s writing or typing it out on a computer, just purge everything out
  14. Go on a jog, exercise. You don’t need to run or even be good at it to reap these benefits. Just get your body flowing. Yoga, playing with your dog, lifting weights, walk around your block — extra points if it ends up at an ice cream shop.

Confession of an Extroverted Introvert

From an outward perspective, one would say I am an extrovert. I guess when I look at it, yeah I’d say I am. Especially on good day when I’m feeling extra happy and have not a care in the world, I can be very outgoing. Although, deep down I still harbor my introvert roots. Growing up, I was quiet. Not the typical type of quiet where I barely said a word. No, I had many friends, but only opened up to people once I got to know them. There were many factors to why I was this way. Partly due to family, moving to a new school, etc., but I somewhat think maybe it was my nature.

As I grew up, I started to open up more. By the time high school came, I wasn’t so shy. Eventually, as I got older and joined various clubs and teams, I became much more extroverted. Being able to talk to people and not feel afraid or shy really did make my life happier. I learned so many new things due to not being afraid of taking chances. I started landing jobs that force me to talk to hundreds of people each day, which really broke me out of my shell.

By the time I started first year of university, I was still on that extrovert high from high school. Although looking back at first year, I still had some traces of introversion. However, I made a lot of friends simply by putting myself out there. This past year has probably been my most outgoing year in my entire life. I got involved in organizations, got a job that I had no previous background in and made dozens of new friends. Me writing on this blog right now is only possible due to my willingness to take risks and not be afraid to try new things.

Despite having those rare moment of shyness, being an extrovert has made me a much happier person. Now, all I want to do is make others happy. We never know what is going on in someone else’s life. Some days I wish I had a fun, outgoing person to make me smile when I was feeling down. If just asking a stranger how their day is going or complimenting someone’s shoes can make their day a little better, then I am happy to be the one to do that.

“Do not set yourself on fire to keep someone else warm.”

Repeat after me: asking someone for space does not make me a horrible person.

I’m not a very social person. I need a lot of time to myself or with people I’m close with to just chill out and relax. I much prefer to hang out at home reading a book, playing a game like Animal Crossing, or cross stitching. Others thrive on socialization, and prefer to be around people all the time. That’s fine too, but it’s not for me.

If I date someone, this is something I make explicitly clear (unless they’re like me, and just get it). A guy I dated listened and told me he understood. I learned quickly that he, in fact, did not understand.

As much as I may not like to go out, I know that I can’t exactly avoid it. I have classes to attend, soon I’ll have clinical placements to attend. I’ll have presentations to give, appointments to attend, and various places to go. I’m actually writing this from a public library right now.

Sometimes I don’t know if I’m actually dealing with my social anxiety or not, or if I’m dealing with it in the right way. Certain things are worse than others: public speaking ranks highest for it, while booking an appointment ranks pretty close to the bottom. Knowing that, I essentially choose my battles: if I have a presentation that day, chances are I’m going to go home later on and go right to bed, and hanging out with someone afterwards is just not something I’m up to doing. Sometimes I push myself to do things I don’t want to do: going to certain events on campus (usually smaller ones, I tend to avoid crowds if I can), going out with a group of people I may not know that well, etc.

All of this context will make sense soon, I promise.

As I said, I dated someone who didn’t understand this. He didn’t understand because he’s the complete opposite: he thrives on socialization. He introduced me to his group of friends super early, and most of them were really nice people, but it was overwhelming for me. He wanted to see me the next day and I had to explain, again, that I needed time to myself because the night before was exhausting.

This pattern pretty much continued through the duration of the (short) relationship.

Here’s the thing though. He tried to make me feel guilty because I wasn’t meeting his needs. There was no compromise here: essentially I needed to put aside my own mental health and emotional well-being just so I could meet his socializing needs. Honestly, I tried to make more of an effort because I thought “maybe I’m not trying as hard as I could”. But my efforts weren’t enough and that conversation came up again.

Ever had pneumonia? Sucks, doesn’t it? The logical thing to do when you have it is to rest, take your antibiotics (if prescribed), and just to take it easy. Pneumonia sucked all the energy out of me, and I’m pretty sure my family was worried I was going to be sent to the hospital because my cough was so severe.

Apparently, though, pneumonia isn’t a good reason to not go out; rather, he wanted to come see me and take care of me. I didn’t need to be taken care of; I needed rest.

This is about the time I finally stood up for myself, with encouragement from my best friend (because apparently he had to get her involved), and told him to give me space, and I would message him when I feel better. I don’t think I could have been any more clear, unless I held flashing lights and sirens with a sign saying the same thing outside his house. Did he give me space?

No, of course not.

Unsurprisingly, we broke up.

And he still wouldn’t give me space.

He would message me on Facebook every couple days, and I would reiterate that I still need space, and that leaving me alone for a day or two is not what giving someone space means. The pattern continued, and he started telling me personal things: he was lonely, he wished he could be with me, he met someone, he might break up with this someone because of reasons I’m not going to go into, and that he hopes he can be with me again someday. That last one he said while he was in a relationship with a new person.

Like I said, I couldn’t have been any more clear when I said I needed space. I blocked him on everything I could think of, and told him to not message me again. In my mind, red flags were going up everywhere, and flashbacks to my first ex harassing me for a year came back. I was on high alert.

When I let my guard down a little bit, he messaged me on Snapchat (the one thing I forgot to block him on) and all of that came crashing back and I was furious. But apparently I’m the crazy one for saying I’d go to the police if he contacted me again.

I was on high alert again. I was actually afraid I would run into him: the bus I take home goes near his street, he knew where I lived, he knew where I went to school (and while I know the campus shared with Durham College was a decent size, I was still afraid he would show up). When you’ve been harassed in any way in the past, those same feelings stick with you, and even if his actions weren’t malicious (they came off as him just being downright clueless), they were still enough to scare me.

I haven’t talked to him directly in months. He randomly messages my best friend, usually with something that’s just considered socially inappropriate given the context, and that usually triggers anger-induced heart palpitations in me (which is what prompted me to write this all out).

Repeat after me: asking someone for space does not make me a horrible person.

I’m open with my mental illnesses and my experiences in hopes that it inspires someone, anyone, to seek help if they are struggling. I’m open with it with people I meet in hopes that they’ll understand why I do things the way I do them. Most of all, I’m open with it so if someone gives me a negative reaction, I can go on in my life without them. There’s still too much of a stigma out there, and self-stigma inside of me.

Personally, I don’t want pity; the take away from my experiences is simple, and summed up in one sentence.

Do not sacrifice your own mental health and well-being for the benefit of someone else.

My Autistic Experience – The Quest for Happiness

During a summer back when I was an engineering student at UofT, I learned a lot of interesting things about emotions and on how to control them. Many of these things are counter-intuitive, but in learning these things and in practicing the techniques I learned, I became better at controlling my emotions. I don’t remember what got me interested in this quest, but I must say that I am glad I did it. My emotions have always been difficult to work with, and the insight I have gained regarding emotions has made life much easier for me.

Perhaps if I had not found this resource and learn the lessons I have learned about emotions, I would perhaps be on a quest for happiness. It seems to me that everyone is seeking happiness, rejecting other emotions in their quest, seeking to control their emotions so that they can achieve happiness. It reminds me of the John Lennon quote:

“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy‘. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.”

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As I enter 2018 I am struck by a simple idea that I would like to guide me through this year. Actually, I’d like it to guide me through my life, but let’s just begin with this year. The concept of vulnerability is one that I first discovered when watching a Ted Talk’s video online. This is place I go to for inspiration and insight, particularly when times are tough. I encourage others to do so, because, every once in a while, something touches me to my very core.
Brene Brown is a qualitative researcher and she speaks to the topic of vulnerability in a way that exemplifies everything that I hold as a core value. It is the reason I write these blogs, it is the reason I advocate for mental health awareness, it is the reason that I share my stories. I believe these things are good for my soul and ultimately the true heart of ending stigma and creating community.
The truth is however, that being vulnerable is never easy. When do I share my stories and bare my soul to the world. Who can I trust to show compassion and how do I know that someone may not laugh or think I am “craving attention”, when I all want is to feel as though I am not alone. Having mental illness is often overwhelming and having to feel as though it is a secret and something of which to be ashamed, makes the struggle absolutely daunting.
We all have something in common. Those of us who suffer, who manage, who know someone who suffers, who have watched someone suffer and simply stood by, not knowing how or why to help. Those of us who are scared of mental illness, don’t understand, have had terrible moments of grief and despair as a result of mental illness and those of us who have had momentous moments of triumph as a result of mental illness. We all have a story. And if we are brave enough we can share that story and be willing to be judged and be willing to feel naked amongst a group of people who may not understand or feel any compassion or empathy.
However, I also believe with great sincerity that if we speak out, if we share our stories (the good and the bad), that we take mental illness from a topic of illness and turn it into a topic of people. It is no longer a distant and scary topic, but a story of your Aunt Janice, or you sister, your uncle, your father, your classmate, your professor, your grocery store clerk, your neighbor, your mailman. In taking a chance to be vulnerable we gain understanding and insight and hopefully we gain a sense of belonging. The community of mental health advocates is greater than we realize, and being brave enough to bare your soul, may make you fortunate enough to find a place of belonging and understanding.

One of a kind

Recently I spent an entire day with a beautiful individual giving our time and raising money to a great charity organization. No one knew that as he was giving so much to others, he was the one that needed the help. Trevor O’Keefe was a decorated RCMP officer, he lived his life constantly giving to other people in need and pushing his personal needs aside. Corporal O’Keefe is one of countless first responders that are suffering from PTSD quietly. First responders are constantly witnessing horrific things and then expected to “suck it up” and continue with their everyday lives. Now that we are more comfortable with speaking out about mental health issues we need to bring the awareness to absolutely everyone regardless of occupation, race, gender, etc. “When ‘I’ is replaced by ‘we’ illness becomes wellness.” First responders are constantly keeping us safe and making us their first priority but when it comes to their mental health no one is putting them first.

‘One of a kind’: RCMP officer’s death highlights gaps in mental health support for first responders


“The Capacity to recover quickly from difficulties; toughness”

                                                                                                (quote from oxford dictionary)

This word come to me often and I garuntee we all feel the struggles that balancing school and work and life can so often put upon us.  But as I approach each roadblock and each new challenge, I try and look to them as opportunities.  This is an unusual point of view, but I also think it is incredibly helpful for a person that suffers from mental health concerns.  One of the greatest factors that seperates myself from other people who don’t suffer with mental health concerns is my ability to cope.

Finding coping strategies is one of the central focuses of my psychological and personal care.  When life gets difficult, and it certainly will, we can choose to let it bulldoze over it or I can choose to get knocked down, stand back up, dust myself off and try again.  Each struggle, gives me a chance to prove to myself that I am stronger than I think, that I can manage tasks and torments that seeem unmanageable.  With these experiences in hand, I continue to grow and so I anxiously await my next big challenge, I get excited when everything in my life goes wrong.  I also cry and have moments of sheer terror, but resilience doesn’t mean that we don’t feel the fear, it means that we accept it and are able to move past it with an understanding that, I can’t change what has happened, I can’t change what may happen in the future, but I will be able to survive it. I am strong and capable and I will find a way. No matter what!!!!  I am resilient.


Living With Depression: A Guide for Bystanders

I’ve wanted to talk about my experience with depression for a long time, but the people who know you don’t want to hear because it’s painful and the people who don’t well… don’t care.

I’ve always tried to be very honest about my struggles, not for attention but because I desperately want to break the stigma against it, breaking the silence so to say. I often get the sense when I talk about it that people don’t believe me when I say I used to cut, or that I struggle with anxiety attacks on nearly a daily basis, or that I am only alive because of the medication I take. One of the hardest things about living with depression is getting people to understand what you are going through without looking pathetic. So that is why I want to give you a day in the life of me, someone who has been living with clinical depression for the majority of her life. I hope that some of you can identify with this and know you’re not alone, or have a better understanding of what your peers are going through when they admit that they are depressed. Because just understanding us and letting us do what we need to do to treat our illness is so important.

Every day I have to convince myself to get up. Usually I remember to take my medication but I have a really bad memory and usually at least one day a week I leave the house without them. Those days are usually worse. I usually go to Tim Horton’s in the morning for a tea. The familiarity of the drink helps me concentrate and calm down. If I’m feeling particularly shitty I’ll probably also get a doughnut, although the shame of it doesn’t make me feel much better either way.

After my second class for the day I am usually in pain. When I say ‘in pain’ what I really mean is the indescribable depressive feeling I get when I can’t fake a smile anymore. I am lucky to live very close to campus so at this time I usually try to go home and take a breather, but if I have class… well I’ll often skip. I’ll tell my classmates I feel sick, or that I don’t care about class because it’s a joke, or too easy- and I’d rather just read the slides from home. In actuality, I just need to sit and cry or sleep off the shitty feelings. If I can’t go home, due to presentations or tests, then a quick bathroom visit is necessary. I can’t count the amount of times I’ve sat in a UA bathroom sniffling away tears. People will often say, ‘just smile and you’ll feel better’ but that has never worked for me. When I’m having a depressive episode, if I smile I almost certainly WILL burst into tears. I don’t know if I’m the only one like this, but faking a smile is painful a physical level.