Three years ago I was in so much pain that leaving this world, ending my life, was the only way I believed the pain would all end. Last night I started writing a post about what got me to that point and I couldn’t complete it, I became too emotional. I will complete that post … More Tell someone you are happy they are ALIVE today
I hate the words “mental illness”. They somehow say to me that my brain is sick, my brain is less than your brain, and as such isn’t good enough – is defective. Others might feel differently but this is me – I am not a label and I am not ill. I believe my … More Um … Should you call me fragile?
Depression. What do you think when you read the word? Here are some of the guesses I have of what could have crossed your mind: sad, over used, weak, hard, real, pathetic, alone, get over it, all in your head, black hole hopeless, etc. ; or possibly it was a person that came to … More Depressed people are allowed into Amusement Parks too.
I love language. I love the power that can come in the right word, the right phrase; how one can be reading or listening to music, or even talking with a friend and the right words come together in a way that one is caught off guard and pleasantly surprised. For me, it often feels … More Trauma. Loss. Courage. Compassion.
My name is Mia Chard. I am a suicide survivor. I am not ashamed. This is the face of suicide. This is the face that the world always saw from me – smiling, happy, helping, loving. No one would have guessed that I would have tried to end my life. No one really knew the … More The face of SUICIDE is often a happy one.