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There is a particular kind of tiredness that does not show up on any hearing test. It is the tiredness of leaning in across a dinner table, nodding at a joke you only half caught, and deciding it is easier…
Every year, on March 1, people across the country wear an orange ribbon. It is not really about a colour. It is about a conversation that usually stays hidden, behind closed doors and long sleeves, carried quietly by people who…
Some days the hardest part of a rare condition is not the symptom. It is the second guessing. The appointment you almost cancelled because explaining yourself one more time felt like too much. The friend who stopped asking how you…
A pink shirt is easy to put on. The harder part is what it stands for, and what it cannot reach on its own. Pink Shirt Day asks Canadians to stand against bullying, and that matters. But bullying does not…
Some nights the quiet is the hardest part. You finally sit down, the house goes still, and that is exactly when your mind starts running. Sitting in silent meditation, the way it is usually described, can feel impossible when your…
You know the feeling. The tight chest before a meeting. The restless, on-edge hum that will not switch off when you are trying to fall asleep. Worry is a normal part of being human. But when it stops being a…
Some of the most important work in Canadian health care happens in a quiet voice. A nurse who notices the patient who has gone too still. A nurse who stays one minute longer at the end of a shift because…
There are moments when words run out. When the worry is too loud to think through. When stress does not sit politely in your head, but moves into your chest, your breath, your stomach, the whole of you. You may…
Every February, you might notice people trading their usual clothes for something bright and red. That is Wear Red Canada, a day set aside for heart health. The red shirt is the easy part. The harder, quieter truth underneath it…
There are worries we say out loud, and there are the ones we carry quietly. A test result we are waiting on. A diagnosis we have told no one. The way we feel in our own skin when the lights…
