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6 degrees of separation brought me closure

I woke up this past Monday and knew it was going to be a magical day. To start with my mother, who has passed away, had given me a sign that something good was about to happen with a pretty …

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Don’t judge me for driving like crazy

I live in Mexico City where the traffic is really bad during rush hour. Occasionally, someone tries to aggressively pass all the other traffic using every tiny space possible, swerving like crazy from lane to lane, and sometimes this annoys …

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Dealing with life, death and leaving a legacy

I truly see death as a very real part of life and I have always been a big believer in leaving a legacy for others. The death of my father highlighted this. It made me consider my own contribution to …

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My hard lessons, of love, loss and failure

Luckily for me, I have always had an abundance of energy, a positive outlook on life and masses of resilience, because when my world came crashing down, it was these traits that I relied on. As an advocate for women, …

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Discovering beauty from the wreckage of addiction

My story began centuries ago as the multi-generational disease of alcoholism weaved its way through the generations of not only my family, but also of my husband, Bill’s family as well. Growing up in a home with alcohol abuse by …

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My heart was broken and I was drowning in despair

I was cruising through life doing what people do: accumulate, accomplish and establish a life I thought I was here to do: family, house, stable work and a comfortable existence of relative normalcy. All was running smoothly until my husband …

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Having the last laugh

I had just moved from the UK to Australia and enrolled in a private school at age 11. I was skinny, tall, had a lisp and a strong Geordie accent. To top it off, I enjoyed doing magic and juggling. …

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Gone are the years of being sick and lonely

When I was a teenager, I was extremely sick—I didn’t know I had Celiac Disease until I turned 18.  Every single day, I was in the bathroom with a stomach ache, all because I was eating bread.  So I started …

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The doorbell rang and my life changed

The biggest personal challenge for me was to survive, when all I wanted to do was to die. I had a bottle of poison in front of me, and I cared about nothing, but ending myself, so that all the …

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Depression IS everyone’s business

For about five years I had been secretly cultivating depression and anxiety. One night during my junior year of college I had a major anxiety attack and I spilled the beans to my parents. I opened with “I’m having suicidal …