Pam Dewey Writer

Tag: depression

  • Coming Together and Saying Those Unsayable Things

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    I lost my brother Karl to suicide a little over ten years ago. It is still hard for me to speak about, but I am slowly, getting better at saying those unsayable things. This summer I started working with Canvas Health, a non-profit organization that helps children, adolescents, adults, and families who struggle with mental…

  • How I Handle the Mean Reds

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    I don’t believe everything happens for a reason. I find that saying to be, well, a bullshit platitude. I do understand the appeal of bullshit platitudes. When bad things are happening in your life, this phrase or phrases like it give you something to latch onto. It gives you hope there is a bigger cosmic…

  • Saying Those Unsayable Things

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    We lost my brother to suicide ten years ago Tuesday. Ten years for that to be true. Ten years to write those words down. It was July. I lived in Brooklyn. James, Victor, and I were hanging out, having a few beers. James’ phone rang. It was my mother. She asked for me. There were…