Two years ago this morning I woke up to the news of my sister's suicide. My world was rocked off its axis and, as yet, hasn't fully recovered from the devastating blow. I suspect there will never be a full recovery, only adaptations to what some like to refer to as the "new normal". I have a lot of feelings to explore, a seemingly endless list of ideas to explore, a great number of topics I long to discuss in conversations with people around the globe. But for today...I need to grant myself permission to be sad. Because the memory of that phone call--the moment of receiving the news--is so vivid, so visceral, so raw, and still so excruciating I realize the road to healing ahead of me is still long and winding.

For now...I want you to know about a beautiful initiative by Indigo in support of mental health. From now until February 29th, for every copy of my book sold, Indigo will donate $1 to the Canadian Mental Health Association. Our vision to help prevent anyone else from having to wake up to the same devastating news.

You can learn a bit more about it here: https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/...

Please help spread the word. <3

Grief & Loss & Love & Sex