Story to tell....Veronique

I started writing this post a few weeks ago, but today as I was 'battling' with this ball in my stomach caused by anxiety, I found the inspiration that I was looking for to complete writing it. - I was reading this blog post by Clara Hughes a few weeks ago. Clara Hugues who is the face of the Bell Let's Talk campaign on Mental Health and Illness, was telling us that she needed to take a break. After some physical health problems and the Bell Let's talk campaign, she was taking a step back from all of it, to deal with a relapse into depression. We all know Clara for her big smile, upbeat personally, ambassador for Mental Health and other amazing organization, Olympic Medalist on multiple occasions and just tremandous athlete. She has had struggles with mental illness since her young age. It's hard to believe coming from at person who we would have all thought was a rock and really un-breakable, before reading about it and hearing her talk about it. It goes to ...

I got caught today, in the drama wheel. I was faced with a situation that I had seen before, with an individual that I knew what prompt for creating drama but I still walked into the trapped. I activated myself and started working towards resolving the situation, with a lot of stress and anxiety. It took almost 4 hours of my day, and I ended up spending a lot of time spinning my wheels, trying to come out with a solution. In the end, it probably wasn't necessary and would have probably ended with the same result if I didn't get involved and didn't stress out about it. After everything was done, the stress started to evaporate, leaving behind a mix of emotions and leaving me in tears. I had feelings of frustration because the person who started the "crisis" didn't need to do so. Frustration because all the people involved were trying to do the right thing and in the end, there wasn't much more that could be done. Frustration because I took everyth...

A few days ago, I started writing about drama and ego, and their places in our day to day life. I really wanted to write about it but I was finding it hard to find the right words or the right view to approach it. All of a sudden, life happened, a few days ago. Ego and drama used to take a lot of place into my life in it's earlier stage. There was a good part of my life when I let my ego drive me, and created a whole lot of drama in my life and thoughts. It affected the way I approach life, relationships, work and more. One day, my soul and body decided that it was time to let go of it. The only way this was going to ever happen, because trust me I was doing everything to ignore the signs, was for me to hit a wall. That wall was a hard and brutal one. Throwing me on my back and really not allowing me to get up and keep going like I had been doing for the greatest part of my life. It was time to figure myself out and time to get better understanding of life and my purpose in...

It's the International Women's day. As a society and as women, we've come a long way. We've got our place in society as business women, as professionals, as executives and CEO's of those large corporation. I have been reading for the past two years, on and off, the book Lean In by Sheryl Sandberg, this Executive for Facebook. One of the passage that stroke me the most is when she describes how though it can be for a woman, to be who she truly wants to be in this society. Despite all the progress that we've made. Progress in education, in legal rights, in politics. More often than not, I think we are our biggest critics. When I say we, I am talking about women. Weather it's your family, friends or colleagues, I feel there is always someone to judge your decisions. Personally, thus far in my life, I've chosen to take the "career path". I've worked hard to get myself through University, through a male dominated environment in the transport...

I remember sitting in the waiting room, with my mother in law next to me, holding my hand. I thought to myself: "This is probably the lowest point in my life! I have decided to try to talk to someone, seek therapy from a psychotherapist. What is wrong with me??" That's the mindset I had back then. I was supposed to be strong, I had always excelled at everything that I had done, and there I was, unable to do the simplest smallest thing ever, not able to sleep, sitting there with my mother in law in the waiting room of a therapist! (no offence Lucie ;)). I got in the room, she told me, my therapist: "I know you won't be believe me yet and probably not for a while, but you'll get out of this "dark hole" you are into, and we'll do it together!" I was totally suspicious, having always thought that this was stupid - seeing a therapist- and no idea how it could help. There's one thing that I knew though, I was in pain, I was struggling...

Last day of the year. How did it go by so quickly? I'm sure there's a lot of people wondering the same thing as me. I was asking myself; Did I fully take advantage of it and what good things have I done or happened to me. I find it's always a challenge to me, to judge my last year from the things I've accomlished and achieve, so perhaps I'll take a different angle for 2015 and judge it based on the way I want to feel and live my life like. Family; It is never easy, to maintain those relationships the way you'd like them to be. Sometimes because of expectations of others, the way everyone decides to live their own life, and depending of the place they are at in their own journey. I want to live my life with my family based on love, communication and non-judgment of them. I think I have improved on most of those aspects but I feel I could still improve on the non-judgment. It's not that I don't respect them or want to make myself feel more valu...

It's was just before going to church. It was snowing, maybe, can't really recall. The car was running. Everyone was in the car. It was warm and cozy. Well, almost everyone. Dad was still inside. Running behind as usual, making us wait.  He finally came out the door, almost running. He got in the car, his big glasses full of fog. He had that moustache and he was running his fingers on it, making it nice. I can't really remember how old I was, but I remember thinking; I think he just ate the cookies!!! Yes, the cookies we had left on the dinner table, for Santa to enjoy, while he delivered us our gifts. I remember not being upset, or surprised really and not mentioning a thing to my parents or my little sister. It did not really matter I suppose, because what mattered was that it was Christmas Eve, and we were all going to church together and it really felt like Christmas.  It had me thinking, these last few days, about what the holidays meant to me when I was you...