There are moments in life that you don’t just remember, you feel them long after they’ve passed. This past month was full of those moments.
Earlier this June, I spent three days immersed in a mental health event that offered more than just education. It offered integration. And it brought together voices from across disciplines (therapists, artists, educators and survivors) into workshops, conferences, games and conversations that didn’t just inform, but moved. There were tools to take home, strategies for resilience, but most of all, there was a sense of collective permission: to feel, to reflect, to unravel a little.