Monthly Archives: January 2007

six-word stories, part 2: queer discrimination

a few days ago, i posted about the six word story contest at middlezonemusings. the only stipulation was that the submissions were to be g-rated. i thought it was a great meme/game and tagged a few blogger friends, among others jay sennett. jay, a transgendered person, crafted this insightful phrase:

no breasts. complete hysterectomy. gender: male?

unfortunately, robert, middlezonemusings’s owner, found this was not g-rated. Continue reading

vote for mental health

vote for mental health!

what mental health issue needs to go on the government’s agenda? if you have opinions about that – and i hope you do – and if you’re canadian, you can now participate in an e-consultation put up by health canada.

the questions are

  • do we need a mental health commission?
  • what should this commission focus on? what should it do?
  • who should be on any advisory committees?

of course, you guys know me – one of the things that’s way up on my agenda is the need for people with mental health issues to be heard and to have their experience and expertise count.

what’s your beef about mental health and mental illness? tell us here, and most importantly, vote here! you have until january 25, so please, go there as soon as you can.

isabella mori
counselling in vancouver

15 years, 15 stories, 6 words

fifteen really short stories that have crossed my path in fifteen years of counselling:

  1. depressed, manic. manic, depressed. depressed, manic.
  2. marry you? you gotta be kidding.
  3. have anxiety, will not travel. help!
  4. too thin. better eat. that’s hard.
  5. “can’t think straight.” “relax.” “oh, wow!”
  6. booze, cocaine and Continue reading

free lunch!

well, almost free. if you submit a comment in the next week or so, you may win a free lunch. you see, i love statistics. i love to see numbers grow and change and make a potpourri of interesting patterns. and if you contribute to this obsession, you may get a free lunch. Continue reading

carnival of healing #68

how do you heal the emotional aftermath of cancer treatment? how do we deal with the ups and downs of our personal journeys? what does external clutter tell us about the chaos in our minds?

these are just a few of the questions posed in this week’s edition of the carnival of healing, a readers digest of recently posted blog articles on creating better lives for us and the world around us. i’m the host for this week – let’s see what’s on tap

we’ll start with the cancer blog:

linda griggs, a 13-year breast cancer survivor, clearly remembers the day her chemotherapy ended. with her therapy complete, her hair growing back, and her medical team sending her off to have a nice life, she thought she’d be fine. but she wasn’t.

three months after her last dose of chemotherapy, griggs was depressed, consumed with worry about how her cancer might come back. and she realized that the end of treatment is not really the end. it’s just Continue reading

our bodies, our environment

thanks to changeeverything, i feel inspired to bring my environmental consciousness a little more up to date. i dug around in the environmental column i used to write for the the review, a small vancouver newspaper, from about 1988-1991 and found an article that seems just as fresh today as in april of 1990. (it may also be a bit of a response to robert’s comment a few days ago).

here we go:

pro-body, anybody?

at the peacewalk/earth day rally i bumped into a friend who works at the head of a high profile environmental group. when asked how she was doing, she gave me a big grin and said, “fast approaching burn-out, but fine, thanks. tomorrow morning i’m flying to toronto and it’s going to be meetings, meetings, meetings all week long. i wish i had some time off over there. but otherwise, sure, i’m fine.”

my response was meant to be a joke: “seems your organization is doing all this campaigning for the environment out there, but they don’t seem to care much for the old body.” on the bus ride home, half asleep after walking around all those hours, i remembered this little conversation, and my response didn’t seem like such a joke anymore.

here we are, everyone all worked up about Continue reading

the stigma of mental illness

i have lived on the bipolar continuum at least since my early 20s, though it didn’t dawn on me until quite a bit later.

when it finally dawned on me, my first reaction was to laugh at myself: why wouldn’t i be living with a mood disorder, seeing that many of my relatives had struggled with it, as well?

it is only since i have become a member of the canadian mental health association that i have realized why it took me so long. one of the mandates of the CMHA is to de-stigmatize mental illness.

mental illness.

mental illness – that is … oh, what an awful word. people in straightjackets Continue reading