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How YOU Can Help Break the Stigma Around Mental Health
At face value, I appear as a person that has everything together. I run a successful company, I am a Chartered Director, a published author, and a mom. I am a leader in my community and a mental health advocate. How could I possibly have any experience with stigma or mental illness?
By Jessica Gale Friesen4 years ago in Families
How do you know your cat is hungry and give it a meal
How do you know that your cat is hungry, knowing that animals do not have the ability to speak? But thanks to her body language, it's possible to tell when she wants something. Let's see together how to understand if the cat is hungry.
By Samara Ben4 years ago in Families
4 Reasons Why Opening Your Home Will Connect Communities.. Runner-Up in We Have a Dream Challenge.
We don't give out our house keys anymore. Growing up, we never locked our house. In fact, my house was Grand Central Station with beds. Every day another person would be joining us for dinner or spending the night just because.
By willow j. ross4 years ago in Families
A lady's manual for her man's wellbeing (Ladies Guide!!!)
When was the last time your better half had a test? Assuming that you can't recollect that, you're unquestionably not the only one. Raise a visit to the specialist, and you rapidly discover that most men would prefer to assist you with looking for pants than set foot in a MD's office.
By John Viany4 years ago in Families
The Woman
I'd have to say my dad was my first hero and even though he died when I was 14, I still think about him when I have decisions to make. My dad was a good man in many ways, but one of the occasions I remembered really made an impact on how I wanted to be like him.
By Yvette McDermott4 years ago in Families
Motherhood
On Sunday evenings the mice in my garden shiver. I never knew that animals could have such an acute sense of schedule, shivering because every Sunday the white barn owl feasts. She swoops from tree to tree, gliding mere meters from the ground before diving in amongst waves of grass and reemerging with one of their kin. Sometimes I sit and watch her, asking myself if I would give up my life for hers. The power of flight, the cunning of a killer, the freedom to eat, sleep and soar. I look at my hands grasping a lukewarm cup of coffee, a half-smoked cigarette and returning my gaze to the sky notice that the owl has decided my barren land has nothing to offer. Mice that do dwell here sigh in relief and continue with their daily activities. My ears are bitten with a January breeze as I shiver, deciding to abandon the other half of my cigarette in exchange for warmth. The house is quiet, save the clock ticking obnoxiously at me, I can hear the walls shrink and expand with each of my breaths. My cage, interrupting my thoughts, she screams, the source of my entrapment- waking up as the birds go to sleep. I must feed her. Her cries pierce my ears as I lift her to my chest to console her. Speaking in this ridiculous voice and smiling without my eyes. It does not help. She can feel me. Why can't I feel her? She refuses her bottle and so I sit rocking back and forth with my child by my cheek. Although I've just escaped from the cold, all that will soothe her is the evening air, and so I wrap both of us up for a walk.
By Sophie Odira-Hansing4 years ago in Families





