Yesterday a young man read the below poem, written by a participant of The Doorway (then The Back Door) in 1992. It resonated so deeply he carried it around to share it with several staff, ‘this, this is my…
The word depression to me seems like a word that should be whispered. I felt it was shameful to admit that I was feeling under the weather. It took a very long time to admit to myself. Most of…
In my opinion, addiction, mental health and poverty are all connected. A person may only start off struggling in one of these areas but without help and guidance the risk of falling further into all these areas goes up.…
Getting help for depression turned out to be an exercise in the illogical. I was the person least equipped to be my own advocate, guide and researcher. Yet that was exactly what the mental health system expected of me.…
