And this is a dumping ground for every post that deals explicitly with insecurities, anxiety, grief, vulnerability, depression or mental health, that doesn’t belong neatly in one of the other 3 pages.

But really… my whole blog is one big tribute to mental health, because I cannot dissociate my mental health from who I am. So maybe I will ditch this page eventually. Still it does list some pretty damn good posts, that otherwise would be lost in the archives of this blog. So I dunno.

Anyhoo. Enjoy!

• Moments of Truth : where I first acknowledge my repeated struggle with depression
• Putting the ‘happy’ back into Happy Birthday: the first birthday I celebrated in 5 years where I felt truly happy
• All of the blankets : where I acknowledge how therapy, while helpful, is making my emotions too raw, too painful
• I might be Beyoncé afterall: I take a risk
• Where I rediscover that Mimi is fidèle: after things don’t work out with Beaut, I struggle to keep the negative thoughts at bay. My teddybear comes to the rescue.
• That time I realized I was going to be ok: I book an emergency therapy appointment to help me come to terms with Beaut. It does not go as planned.
• The Dynamo trip: bow ties and feelings: my best friend’s wedding in Beirut causes an overload of emotions, and is almost ruined by my insecurities, fears and social anxiety. But things turn around, almost despite myself. Best wedding ever.
• The problem of happiness: my therapist wishes me a fond goodbye, after 20 months of hard work.
• I don’t like fighting – this is why I box: I don’t process anger well, and boxing helps me tap into my unacknowledged emotions.
• Used goods vs crazy: which is worse: I can no longer distinguish what is a gut-feeling and what are poisonous thoughts fed to me by my brain when it comes to Beaut.
• Body image mind-fucks: I have some deep deep insecurities when it comes to my body, and how desirable I am. Not sure how to work through these.
• Navigating someone else’s depression: one of my friends is going through a rough patch. Finding it hard to be supportive, without negatively affecting my own mental well-being.
• Saying goodbye to boxing: exhausted from managing my anxiety/depression symptoms, I decide to walk away from the sport that has served me so well for the past 4 years.
• When you are having a bad day… : not-so-adult coping strategies
• Halloween vs a high school reunion: are they so different, really? I review all that has happened in my life as I prepare for my 15 year high-school reunion. Conclusion: I’m proud of my battlescars.
• Finding joy one croissant and conversation at time: I have a Big Dream. First time since my adolescence.
• 2017: coping with the terror of joy: happiness scares the shit out of me.
• Busy season as an accountant: I fear ramping up my career will expose me to the types of pressures that initially triggered my recurrent depressions.
• Working through the Beaut legacy: the boy I dated leaves me with a strong disinclination to be vulnerable
• Anxiety + geography fail = self-analysis: the root cause of my anxiety is the fear that I am not actively pursuing my Big Dreams. Bc yay, for the first time in ever, I have Dreams again!
• My facial expressions are not correlated to my happiness levels: I struggle to readjust to my life in Montreal after incredible happiness levels in Dubai. I realize that happiness is not a function of location, but (in part) of a willingness to have moments of gratitude.
• Me & Prince Harry: same: Prince Harry breaks down some of the stigma surrounding mental health. Just like I do with my blog. We besties, no really.
• My groupie status is confirmed: TRH are killing it with their advocacy for mental health. Baes.
• Killing two birds with one blog: One of the most touching feedbacks on my blog I’ve ever received.
• When a post about toolboxes turns into a post about constipation: self explanatory, really.
• Not my street cred: a story about livers and attitude
• Cat therapy: a fur ball helps me in unexpected ways.
• The show must go on: me and Nicole Kidman. Same.
• Creatures of the underworld can’t afford to love: just because I love someone does not mean they are good for me.
• But you’re so talented? Why blog: I explicitly state that I am aware of the consequences of detailing my mental health struggles online
• A question of perception, part 2: I can’t even. Just read it already.
• It’s a funny thing, love: a breakthrough in my grieving process for my mother.