Quiet Crisis

Just recently, a beautiful woman I once knew had passed. She committed suicide. The last time I saw her was not too long ago. I saw her in the hospital and both her and I were there for the same thing.

Attempted suicide. I waited about 12 hours to pass until I went into the hospital. I called tele-health Ontario first. The nurse told me to go to the hospital because I could damage my liver if I waited any longer. The sad part: I was told at the hospital “well, you’re fine now so you won’t be seen for a while.” Truth was, I wasn’t fine. I wanted to talk to someone. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to get angry. I even went to a hospital emergency where I was told to go becuase it had a special on-call psychiatric care team. My question is this: how many people have been in my situation and could not get the help they needed? Here is an article link describing the “quiet crisis” and the instance where a suicidal man hangs himself while waiting to see a doctor.

I wonder if the woman I once knew had the same issue. From reading on my friends’ FB pages, it is apparent she felt the way she had for a long time and wanted to be in the end for a while. It scared me to read this because I have felt the same way for a long time. It is really scary to know that this woman died this way and that another did the same while waiting for a Doctor.

I know that I don’t really want to die. I know that I want to live. I know that death is permanent. I want to accomplish a lot in my life. It is also sad to me that it is knowing the fate of this woman that this is what is changing me. I wish it wasn’t the loss of this lovely person that is making me want to seek help and change but it is. I am seeking help and I am wanting to change.

I know that suicide is a personal, sensitive subject. If you or anyone around you knows someone who had talked about suicide or wanting to end their own life, please give them this number/information found on this page. Click here! It is a 24 hour crisis line and self referral mental health help, as well as a face-to-face intervention. Please don’t take the thought of suicide lightly.


The other day in my psychology lecture, I learned about something called “Learned Helplessness.” Learned helplessness is simply defined as a behavioural condition in which someone believes that no matter what they do they cannot change their environment they are in. It is mostly found in clinical depression or where people felt like the lost all control.

After writing my essay on suicide rates for Aboriginals and correlation to lost of cultural identity, I found that a few of my articles would highlight that Aboriginals had feelings of “helplessness.” I believe that this is the case for most Aboriginal communities. That throughout the years and generations of Aboriginal Families, and the conditions that they were either born or raised in, that certain communities believe that there is nothing they can do to change their environment. This can be true for isolated communities, and not just Aboriginal communities but also remote, northern communities.

I believe that we need to help these communities UNlearn this behaviour. We need to help them learn coping techniques/mechanisms, and goal setting and planning techniques, just to name a few. These two techniques I know are techniques that have helped me when I felt so helpless and thought that I could not control anything. It took me a long time to notice that but I did.

Once again, I was excited to finish my essay, now I just have to wait to receive my mark! Shall report later!


Well, I am working on my second essay for my intro to sociology class.

This would be my second essay in five years! CRAZY!

This topic of this essay is: lack of cultural identity leads to increased suicide rates for Canadian Aboriginals.

It is a sensitive topic, but maybe more of a personal journey for me. I have attempted suicide many times. Ended up in ICU a couple of times, and in the hospital many times, and the longest stay I had was a month long stay in a psychiatric hospital for children.

Everything that lacked in receiving help: nobody listened to what I was saying; lack of cultural approaches/understanding.

I guess I kind of already know the answer to why the suicide rate is so much higher amongst Aboriginal youth (5-6x higher) than the rest of Canada from a personal level. The answer being: I was afraid to be Aboriginal and afraid to become a “True Aboriginal” when living off the reserve. Being an Aboriginal is having a culture. Having a culture is having a cultural identity. An Aboriginal Cultural Identity is something that has been oppressed for many years, especially since the Indian Act in Canada.

Also, I guess I am writing this essay as to wanting to know more about it and get a clearer understanding of why I did what I did.

Shall report later on the outcome of this essay! So excited to be writing this!

Dear Company

Dear company,

I appreciate your attempts at Aboriginal Recruitment.

Yes the Aboriginal Youth Population is the fastest growing population in Canada right now, yet it is also the population that has a suicide rate six times higher than that of the rest population in same age group, and also holds the highest incarceration rates across Canada.

Your recruitment efforts look great for your company image, but nothing will change unless the other numbers change.

Just thought I would make a point

Kwe Today