A personal story from New Years Eve 2002 told by a “man in a wheelchair”
New Club member Toby – or Gandalf the Purple – shares a little about his life. Come and chat with Toby!
Read a personal story from Marit about being prejudged due to disability, race or other differences.
I live with the hope that someday sleep will not be so elusive, but once again a dear friend who visits regularly.
Earlier I used to ask myself why other disabled moaned over life. Now I am the moaner and struggling to find a new way to live a rewarding life.
A personal story about dealing with AoD duties, high school, mental health, and depression.
Trying to sleep, working at sleep are exercises in futility. You close your eyes and peer into the dark, scratchy sandpaper which is the inside of your eyelid. This is the torture of insomnia.
Getting to the core of sleep disorder. To start sleeping at night and not dreading it.
An introduction post from one of our members of the My Disability Matters Community.
Anything can happen to you when you’re not looking at life through the muddy lenses of sorrow and depression. So, if you find yourself depressed, seek help. Keep seeking until you get it.
It is very hard to explain to people who have never known serious depression or anxiety the sheer continuous intensity of it. There is no off switch.
I’m climbing to the top of the mountain of this depression. If the depression won’t lift, then I must climb above it. It’s the only way of escape I can think of.
We all belong to society one way or the other. We all walk through life whether we are immigrants, disabled or have other challenges.
When you’re climbing out of a depression, grab all the joy you can!
Depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key.