On Depression:

You can be happy in this life.

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I remember how damp the basement apartment felt. Part of me was worried the harsh Ontario winter might even freeze the moisture in the air.

I had decided that I wanted to die, but freezing to death wasn’t how I would do it.

Funny time to be picky, now that I think about it, but it wasn’t the only thing I was being fussy about.

This was the end of my life, after all, and it had become about the finer details for me. Tying up the loose ends.


I had made peace with anyone that I felt I had parted with on less than favourable terms in the past. I said my apologies, my goodbyes, and every last “I love you”.

I made sure I had two notes. One note detailed where I wanted all my things to go once I had left. I reflected even then about how many things I owned, and yet I had nothing.

The other note told my parents not to blame themselves, my sisters that I was always with them, and demanded my friends to have one last party in my honour. I didn’t want to hurt anymore, but I didn’t want them to hurt either.


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The family I treasure; The one I almost left behind.

The bottle of stolen Tylenol 3’s were waiting, all I had to do was settle into bed one last time.

I wasn’t sure what happened next, but I was certain that it couldn’t be worse than the pain I woke up to every morning. The confusion. The sadness. The lack of motivation or caring.

I wasn’t afraid of a hell, because I was burning in one each day I got out of bed.

But I was afraid.


I was afraid of fucking it up.

I was afraid of what my friends might think if they found out that I was in the hospital because I tried to kill myself.

I was afraid of what that first conversation with my mom might sound like after I woke up.

I was afraid I might have to look my father in the eyes, or that my little sister might finally stop looking up into mine.

I couldn’t even stand to think of my grandparents.

But most of all, I was afraid of people’s pity. I was afraid of the stigma that would follow me everywhere I went.

The scarlet letter of our age.

That, to me, was a fate surely worse than death.


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As the oldest of many cousins, I was afraid of how they might look at me.

I took the note to my family back out. I scribbled something down about me having had a good life. I gave it the ol’ college try.

It was a good kick at the can.

It made me feel a bit better about the whole situation, like I had done enough. Like I had earned this sleep.

My mask was quickly falling apart and it was time to leave the masquerade.


My parents were still moving around above me, but I took solace in the fact they would be in bed soon.

How pathetic, I thought, still living with your parents at 24 years old.

It was one of the many times a day I spoke negatively to myself. No wonder we didn’t like each other. That negative self-talk is a slow poison that will make you sick.


I decided to log onto my Facebook while I was waiting. I wanted to see my sisters one last time. I wanted to see a few old friends.

I even ran by the thought of saying goodbye to the world with a status change, but in the end couldn’t jeopardize the plan. Someone might see or – worse – tell.


That’s when I got the message.

It was one of my best friends, and someone I went to York University with.

Are you okay man? I know we joke a lot, but I’m asking you for real. Are you okay?” He told me I was worrying him.

He told me I wasn’t the usual ball of light in his life that he had become accustomed to.

He told me I wasn’t alone.


It’s funny, because the thought had actually not entered my mind. I truly believed I was alone.

When he told me that I wasn’t, I felt like a man treading water in the ocean. Drowning with no ships in sight, I had magically found my hand on a life raft.

I told him no, I wasn’t okay. I told him I didn’t feel like waking up tomorrow morning.

He talked me into telling my dad.


It was the longest walk upstairs that I’ve ever had to do. They were the hardest words that I’ve ever forced out of my mouth.

But I don’t think I had even finished telling him everything I was feeling before he had me in the car on the way to the hospital, telling me the entire time it was going to be okay. Letting me know I wasn’t crazy, or weak, or any of those things I had labelled myself.

And you know what? Everything was going to be okay. But that was only the start of my struggle.


I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder shortly after, and put a range of drugs to numb my mind and soul. Uppers, downers, inhibitors, I quickly became a zombie.

I realized that, in the end, my friends and family had lost that little ball of light that they had grown up with. I didn’t want to be a zombie any more than I wanted to be dead.

Luckily my family doctor was against the medication I had been put on, and prescribed for me a simple regiment of training and eating properly. Over the years, I’ve made the additions of yoga and meditation. I stopped talking myself down. I stopped blaming myself. I started actively learning to love myself. We became friends again.

I started a practice of happiness.

** I want to note that I do believe pharmaceuticals can help people. It certainly helped balance me out after I had let things get out of control. It’s about what works for you. Everyone’s struggle is different. There is no shame in using any and all avenues of help – medication included. **


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Open yourself up to the beauty all around you; Life is beautiful, and you’re apart of it.
But the greatest gift I’ve given myself was a change in perspective.

At first, I saw depression as the disease. I saw it as something I had, like a virus.

But after I started practising happiness every single day, my perspective changed.


Depression is not the disease, it is the most overwhelming symptom of the disease.

The disease is our western way of life. The disease is society.

The disease is believing we need to own things to be valuable. We need school degrees to have knowledge, or an opinion. We need a small waist or large biceps to be desirable. We need that nose job or chiseled jawline to be beautiful. We need a house with the picket fence and the office job to be happy. That we’re anything less than perfect exactly how we are.

And unfortunately we’ve all been born with the same disease.


Some of us handle it better, some of us make it work. Some of us are capable of finding happiness in this society and that’s a beautiful thing. But some of us need more.

Think about when you have the flu and your symptom is vomiting. Do you take something to attack the vomit, or do you take something to attack the flu virus? Attacking the vomit on the floor doesn’t make a lot of sense, does it? At least, it didn’t for me.

So instead of treating my bipolar disorder with a cycle of pills like a sexually transmitted disease, I stopped attacking the symptom altogether.

Instead, I attacked my desire to own a big house in the suburbs. I started to pursue a calling that made my heart sing, rather than one that seemed prestigious or would pay me a lot of money. I left the bubble I was told would keep me safe and happy.

I kept myself in a gym and started playing hockey again, so my body could move the way it was designed. By the same token, I kept myself away from sitting at a desk in a position that is unnatural and harmful.

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Who would have thought I would end up playing ice hockey in Australia against one of my oldest buds?

I ate the food that would nourish my body and soul, the food my body was designed to process and to use as energy. I avoided the food that would destroy my body and my mind.

I meditated on negative thoughts to find their source, and then I broke apart that socially created stigma or fear. I stopped looking for the woman I thought I was supposed to have, and instead left it up to chance to give me the one I had always dreamed of.

I stopped trying to force things.


I gave up the fight against depression, but I attack its source. I destroy that virus a little bit every day. It will always fight back, until the day I die, but already it’s power is a shadow of its former self. And, as suspected, its greatest symptom – depression – has not shown its ugly face in many years.


I look back now and think of how absolutely insane it is that I was one hour and one conversation away from no longer being on this earth.

I think of the people I’ve met, all the memories I’ve made, all the wonders of nature I’ve seen, and all the love I’ve experienced since that night. I’m so grateful to be in this life that I was willing to discard not so long ago.

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Where will you find your next moment full of love?

I have chosen happiness for this life. And you can too.


Remember you are not alone. We are all one humanity and, in the west, we are all born into this sickness.

I’m always here if you need to talk to someone.

You are loved and cherished.

And you can be happy again.

With all the love I possess,

A fellow survivor,

~MG.

36 thoughts on “On Depression:

  1. I’m really glad that you didn’t do it. Wish I could say better words. But your posts have taught me a lot. I’m still far off being in a position of power like you are, but I know that I’m getting there. And reading your posts and you actually replying to me, it made a difference. I’m glad you posted this, not because I relish the thought that you were in such a dark place, but because I now know where you started. You deserve all the happiness you receive. Thankyou for being you.

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  2. What a post, straight from the heart and profound beyond words. You are so inspirational and you don’t even know it. To be in the depths of despair and darkness and to fight your way back to the light and to happiness takes courage and determination. I’m so glad you found the path and even though the shadows are still there, as they are for many of us, I wish you light and hope always. Thanks again for sharing your journey.

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words!

      It’s not an easy topic for us to talk about – myself included – but I felt like it was the right time.

      Thank you for your words and I hope you always have the light to shine on your path!

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  3. Wow. This is truly from the heart. It isn’t easy to show this level of vulnerability and share such personal moments Mike. It demonstrates your strength and concern for others – for your experience will undoubtedly help someone else who might feel that they are “alone.”
    It was great to see you briefly during your visit. Know that I wish you only happy and peaceful days ahead.
    Thank you for this. 👍

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  4. Wow, what a powerful message. I definitely understand where your coming from because I’ve often felt the same way myself. And while I’ve yet to seek help, I’m willing to continue fighting the battle every single day. Haven’t given up yet because I’m still able to see the good in the every day even when things in life get difficult.

    But I’m glad to hear that your doing better now and that you haven’t given up either.

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    1. Thanks for the comment!

      You can find happiness on your own, in fact I think at the end of the day it’s up to us as individuals to do so.

      But it’s important to know help is always there if you need it. You’re not alone!

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  5. Well isn’t the world blessed that you are still with us! It’s sad that depression still carries a stigma. So many keep quiet regarding their struggles in order to save face-when in actual fact, if it was openly spoken about, depression would be much less of an issue. It’s the powerful sense of shame and embarrassment that exacerbate it-in a sense, it’s self perpetuating. A social disease it is indeed. When there are children and spouses involved, the depression often becomes rapidly worse as a result of the guilt and that feeling of “I’m trapped, because I can’t go- and I can’t stay” Thank you for your insight, love and light, Nicole

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    1. Thanks so much for this message! I think you hit on a few very important points. I think anything that is taboo to talk about becomes powerful because of it – we give words power by refusing to say them.

      Love and light to you Nicole!

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  6. I stumbled upon your blog because my son Patrick shared it on facebook! This truly touched me as I too have struggles with depression. It is wonderful of you to share your story and Im sure it will help a few other people out there in the world! Now Im looking forward to reading what else you have shared here! Wishing you much success!

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  7. This is a very poweful post! Can I share this on my blog? I think mental illnesses do not get the attention they deserve. I am glad that you chose happiness!

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  8. What an amazing powerful post. Thank you for your honesty. We often talk about the negative impact of social media on relationships and connectivity. This is a wonderful example of how a simple Facebook message, showing concern can actually be life saving.
    You have written a post with a real message of hope and positivity. Wishing you all the best for the future.

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  9. Can I utter i love you to a total stranger? I believe I already did. Do you know I cried when I read your story? Do you know I still am? Now you do and now you also know that you are an inspiration to many I am sure. If you are still in touch with that friend of yours, kindly give him a hug for me. I know how many times have I wished to kill myself and yet here I am, after I helped myself the way you did. I love to read inspirational stories from fellow warriors and survivirs. Love to you stranger ❤

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    1. Hello!
      Thanks for such a wonderful message!

      I am still very much in contact with my friend! We’re a bit far for a hug right now but I’ll let him know I’m still appreciative of his actions.

      I’m glad to hear you’re doing okay, and hope you continue to choose happiness.

      You are a warrior, and you are loved.

      Much love to you, fellow traveller!

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  10. Thank you so much for sharing this with me. You are absolutely right, we do have a similar perspective. As someone with a history of mental illness, I know how terrible relapses are, but with gratitude we both will get through this. Have a lovely day, Mike 🙂

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  11. Hi, Mike, noticed you Liked a recent post of mine and thought I’d hit your site again. Have you been posting? Perhaps I missed them. This post came up, not recent, but as good as any to respond to. As always you carve something positive from the raw material of life – making art of nature perhaps. 100% behind this: ‘The disease is our western way of life. The disease is society.’ Time we stopped beating ourselves up and started changing the system, I’d say. Yours is a valuable voice in that worthy quest …

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    1. No Dave, I took the last almost year off to finish law school before I get back into it!

      I’m actually in Thailand now to find my writing voice again, but I always keep up to date with your writing even when I’m not doing it!

      Thanks for the comment, hopefully more people join our quest!!

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