Category: Mental Health

Lately, just getting through the day feels like an accomplishment in itself.

There are moments in life when simply being here requires intention.

Some days are heavier than others, and deeply exhausting. Some days ask more of us than we feel we have to give. I know this because I live it. Living with depression, finding positivity in my day doesn’t come easily, and forcing it has never helped. It usually just makes me feel more alone with what hurts.

As 2026 approaches, I’ve made a quiet commitment to myself to write down one good thing that happens in my day, every day for the year ahead.

This isn’t about pretending things are okay. It’s about survival. About staying present in days shaped by anxiety, fear, uncertainty, and feelings of hopelessness.

I believe two things can be true at the same time: a day can be incredibly hard, and something good can still exist within it.

The good thing might be small. Almost unremarkable; but still good.

A laugh with a friend. A familiar song. A message that lands at the right moment. A few minutes of calm. A warm embrace. A dinner with family. A snuggle with my dog. A hike through nature. A heartfelt compliment. A bubble bath. A cozy weighted blanket. A sip of Diet Coke.

These moments don’t cancel out the pain. They don’t fix what’s broken. But writing down one good thing is an act of noticing. Of teaching my nervous system to pause instead of brace. Of letting my attention rest somewhere gentler, even if only briefly.

Some days, the good thing will be easy to find. Other days, it may take more effort. And there will be days when the good thing is simply that the day ended and I made it through.

That counts too.

I don’t expect this practice to change who I am or erase what I carry. The goal isn’t about transformation. It’s about compassion. It’s about giving myself permission to acknowledge the weight I hold without letting it be my only story.

Not every day is good.

But finding good in every day is part of my healing journey.

And for right now, that feels like enough.

Wishing everyone a happy, healthy New Year, one that includes noticing the good, wherever it quietly appears.

#findingthegoodineveryday #positivevibes #newyear #healingjourney #mentalhealth #compassion #wellbeing #youareenough #intention

Self-care today looks like reflection and renewal.

A few quiet moments.

A pen.

A page.

And meeting myself exactly where I am.

#selfcare #reflection #renewal #quietmoments #mentalhealth #breathe

I am present.

I feel my breath moving in and out.

Slowly.

Deeply.

I let myself simply be.

I am gentle with myself.

Alone in the moment.

I quietly stay, even when it’s hard.

Mindful of what is coming.

I let each moment unfold without resistance.

Trusting that I can handle it.

I meet it with patience and kindness.

I rest in the knowing that I will be okay.

#stayingpresent #mindful #grief #aloneinthemoment #breathe #mentalhealth #patience #kindness #gently #simplybeing #youareenough

There is something truly healing about being with your people when the world feels heavy. When you’re tired. When grief, stress, and uncertainty take up more space than usual. In those moments, comfort doesn’t come from fixing anything — it comes from feeling safe and supported.

We often forget how much these small moments matter. An afternoon that stretches into evening. A meal shared together. Not having to be “on” or explain yourself. These aren’t extras — they’re how we recharge.

We may not celebrate Christmas in the traditional sense, but this time of year still gives us a reason to slow down and be together in our own way. To make space for what we actually need.

Today called for comfort and grounding. A traditional Jewish Christmas dinner (aka Chinese food). A double feature. Plenty of laughter. And time with the people who know your heart.

Family. Connection. Room to breathe.
For us, this is a perfect Christmas Day 🧡

#christmasday #family #myheart #myreasonswhy #traditions #mentalhealth #grief #connection #together

Can someone wake me when this year is finally over?

2025 has been, in a word, exhausting—long, emotionally demanding, and relentless. The kind of year that settles into your body and lingers in your thoughts. The past month has been especially heavy, and the most difficult one yet.

Today at 1 p.m., I set my out-of-office notification for the rest of the year. What should have been a simple task felt like an act of self-preservation—a quiet admission that I need to stop pushing through and allow myself some grace.

There has been a lot of grief woven into this year. Not always spoken aloud, but always present. It has shaped how I move through my days, testing my limits in ways I didn’t expect.

As this year comes to a close, it seems the next is likely to arrive with little relief. But I know this: my mental health matters. Caring for myself—emotionally, physically, spiritually—matters, even in uncertainty.

So for now, I will use this time to be with loved ones and give myself permission to breathe, to pause, to be still, when opportunity allows.

Hope, for me right now, isn’t loud. It’s quiet and gentle. It looks like choosing compassion for myself, one small pause at a time.

Wishing everyone who is celebrating a very Merry Christmas—and to all, a reminder to rest, take care, and be present during this season.

#pause #rest #selfcare #mentalhealth #physicalhealth #spiritual #compassion #outofoffice #breathe #uncertainty #grief #anxiety

Anticipatory grief is the grief you feel before a loss actually happens. It carries its own kind of heartache. And something we don’t talk about enough.

It’s the quiet shadow that arrives long before anything ends.

It follows you through your day, sitting beside ordinary tasks, weaving sadness, anxiety, fear, and guilt through your chest,
making it hard to focus – or even breathe.

It asks you to carry tomorrow while still living today, reshaping small moments and settling into the spaces between your thoughts.

It’s a weight that moves with you, silent but persistent, lingering in the quiet spaces of the days ahead. A sorrow that stretches across time.

#anticipatorygrief #sadness #anxiety #fear #guilt #silent #breathe #mentalhealth #today #tomorrow

Most mornings, getting out the door for me takes more strength than people may ever realize. But even through the exhaustion and anxiety, somehow, I show up.

Since starting my new job this past spring, my morning routine usually includes a quick stop at the Tim Hortons near my office. At first, I dreaded that it didn’t have a drive-thru—going inside felt like one more thing for me to manage. But within a couple of weeks, that feeling shifted. A young man behind the counter began noticing me in line, and now, before I even reach the register, he’s got my order ready, whether he’s serving me or not.

It’s a small gesture, yet it’s become such a meaningful part of my day. He shows up with a smile and genuine heart, the kind of presence that makes you feel seen. Honestly, I feel his absence on the days he isn’t there.

Today, I gave him a small token of appreciation to say thank you. It felt important to acknowledge someone who clearly takes pride in his work and in making others feel valued. He was very humbled by my gesture when I told him what he does for me and for so many others—truly matters.

This was more than a thank you. It was a reminder of how important it is to notice one another. We never really know what someone else is carrying, and a moment of kindness might be what helps them get through their day.

I’m deeply grateful for the people who hold space for others without even realizing it. In a world where so many of us are rushing, overwhelmed, and carrying invisible weight, those small moments of recognition matter more than we know. Kindness doesn’t have to be grand to be powerful.

Throughout this holiday season and beyond, may we all remember the impact we can have when we lead with warmth, intention, and humanity—even in the smallest moments.

#kindnessisfree #kindnessmatters #youmatter #appreciation #gratitude #moments #thankyou #smallgestures #holdingspace #mentalhealth #anxiety #depression #youareenough @timhortons

I’m in survival mode right now.

The kind where you’re still showing up, but barely breathing. The kind where exhaustion doesn’t lift with sleep, because the weight you’re carrying never actually leaves your body.

I feel like I’m drowning. And there’s no life preserver in sight.

It feels like my entire life is imploding all at once—a slow collapse made up of too many things piling on top of each other. When everything feels urgent, it becomes impossible to know where to begin.

It’s too much.

I’ve had a headache for a week straight. A constant reminder of how tightly my body is holding everything in. Stress always finds a physical place to land when the mind is already overloaded. This is where mine decided to settle.

I’m trying, really trying, to keep my thoughts from wandering to places they don’t need to go. When you’re this depleted, staying present can feel like a full-time job. That’s why today, I took a mental health day.

Not as a luxury. Not as avoidance. But as an act of survival and self-preservation.

There’s still a lot waiting for me. None of it will magically disappear because I paused. But for today, I gave myself permission to stop pushing, to stop pretending I’m okay when I’m not, and to acknowledge that carrying this much is hard.

Sometimes survival mode doesn’t look brave or inspiring. Sometimes it looks like rest. Sometimes it looks like admitting you’re not fine. Sometimes it looks like choosing not to break, just for today.

And surviving still counts. Even when it doesn’t feel like enough, it is.

#mentalhealthday #survivalmode #anxiety #depression #enough #toomuch #imnotok #ichooseme #exhaustion #physicalhealth #mentalhealth #wellbeing #depleted #youareenough #rest #itsoktonotbeok

Six years ago today, I was sitting under the studio lights at Global TV’s The Morning Show, sharing a piece of my journey and my newly published children’s book, Where Did Mommy’s Smile Go?, alongside a child psychiatrist on their live segment, “Parenting Playbook.”

And six years later, when that memory pops up on my Facebook page, it still hits me exactly the same way.

I remember what it took for me to show up.

I remember how terrified I was.

I remember the heaviness I carried—the self-doubt, the fear, the anxiety, the butterflies, the pride, the disbelief, the overwhelm, and that quiet little voice inside me whispering, “You’ve got this.”

I still pinch myself today.

Because it still reminds me of what I’m capable of. That moment remains one of my proudest accomplishments—not because I was on TV, but because of what it symbolized. It represented choosing courage over fear. Purpose over silence. Showing up for myself even when it felt impossible.

Six years later, I’m still healing.

Still filled with self-doubt.

Still vulnerable.

Still speaking my truth.

Still trusting that my story matters.

Stepping into the unknown with my whole heart on display will always be proof that I can do hard things—

even when I’m not okay,

even when it hurts,

even when I’m exhausted,

even when I’m scared,

even when I’m still healing.

#globaltv #themorningshow #facebookmemories #selfdoubt #proudestaccomplishment #speakingmytruth #youmatter #youareenough #mentalhealth #author #childrensbook #wheredidmommyssmilego 

I’ve spent the whole last week trying to be strong. Trying to hold it together. Showing up. Pushing through every obstacle and every challenge faced. Doing all the things we do when life gets heavy and we convince ourselves that we aren’t allowed to fall apart.

But this weekend got the best of me. It was too much—the kind of “too much” that quietly piles up until suddenly, you break. And tonight… I broke.

It wasn’t one moment, just a slow accumulation of a difficult, emotional week. So much holding my breath until I found myself in tears, letting my guard down.

Truth is, it felt like a relief.

You can only hold yourself together for so long before something inside you whispers that it’s time to let go. So I did.

The release was necessary. Finally taking the first deep breath I’ve had all week. The anxiety felt insurmountable.

Tonight I am reminded that strength isn’t just about keeping it all together. Sometimes it’s found in the exact moment you let the tears fall, and allow yourself to feel everything you’ve been trying to push aside.

It wasn’t pretty. But it was pretty needed.

And in that release, I found the smallest bit of space to breathe again. We all deserve that breath of fresh air, right?

#release #tears #breathe #strength #mentalhealth #wellbeing #itsoktonotbeok #youareenough