Poem; Stuff

I love my stuff. Like any other guy, I’m not different.  All my stuff has tremendous value and isn't for sale. It can range from my 53 years old teddy bear to my most recent luxury watch. The value of such isn’t money but emotional. It is not being materialistic. As I can sell any … Continue reading Poem; Stuff


Shhh… That is Stigma

A must read by Sue. Great article

My Loud Whispers of Hope

With all the illnesses in the world to pick from I had to get mental illness. I had to get the only kind of illness that condemns you and destroys you for having it. If mental illness does not kill you on its own the stigma related to its name will eventually destroy you.

I am hurt and deeply saddened today for many reasons but one of them is because my own mother has been slowly killing me for twenty-five years because of stigma. My entire life my mother only loved me if I was good and perfect. There was no unconditional love and if she had it she did not know how to show it.

When I was diagnosed with mental illness twenty five years ago that was the day my mother’s daughter died. I was dead in her eyes. She never saw me the same again. I saw…

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Les enjeux sont différents.

Aujourd'hui, j'ai eu un déjeuner agréable avec un ami qui est spécialisé en ressources humaines. Nous avons beaucoup parlé d’emplois et de l'évolution du monde de l'entreprise à Genève. Les statistiques montrent que la plupart des gens rejettent les promotions qu'ils leur sont offertes. Une chose impensable a mon époque ; vous n'auriez jamais osé refuser une … Continue reading Les enjeux sont différents.