In 2009 while riding my motorcycle I was hit by an SUV, I don't remember the accident all I know is from what I was told by my friends who were riding with me that day and family members at the hospital.

While on our latest trip to Toronto, we got to do a lot of notable things. We hosted a sold out live show, joined a podcast network, and went to a BBQ festival….but most of all, we made new best friends. 

New challenges always arise. When I was young my problems were from things like obstructions. You try to tell a 10 year old not to eat the piles of pineapple in the buffet at Mandarin. Even when my gut was backed up in a bathroom in the middle of Pennsylvania, I still thought it was worth it. 

When a hospital executive became a patient, she saw the system with new eyes. By Judith John

October 20th 2016. A whole bunch of things happened.

Snoop Dogg’s 45th birthday. Bruno the Lab was was found after surviving a month at the bottom of a well in Saskatchewan. Trump and Hillary had their final childish presidential debate. A naked man broke into a home in Vancouver to cook eggs. Cleveland advanced to the World Series after defeating the Jays. My cousin and best friend, Alicia Hayman, died due to a drug addiction.

Then he asked me about my libido and sex life. I shrugged. He told me if I feel like those “feelings” are low that I could go on a dosage of androgens, but some side effects include developing a deeper voice and probably growing a beard. Excuse me? Beard?!

It wasn't until blood started to come into the picture that things started to become real for me, I knew that you could only bleed out of your ass for so long before eventually you would probably die.

 I thought I understood Postpartum Depression- deeper despair than the baby blues, regretting the choice to have children, scary thoughts about harming yourself or your children. I didn't know it looked like this: rage, guilt, anxiety, loss of appetite, insomnia, irrational fears, the inability to concentrate, indecisiveness & irritability. 

I was 19. I remember waking up one morning, looking in the mirror and seeing my face covered in tiny scars and wrinkles. It was textured, leathery. I looked ten years older, and this had happened overnight. 
 

There are many reactions you receive when you tell someone you’re a survivor of sexual assault but the most common are pity and doubt. When I tell the details of my story those who pitied me stop saying sorry and start telling me how lucky I am and those who doubted me believe that I must be lying. 

So I laid there in a mild panic and slowly began mellowing out.  I drifted in between a dream-like state and being fully conscious, my body felt amazing, and it was there where I had a revelation...

The new stat is that in our lifetime 1 in 2 men will develop cancer and of those men 50% will die. For women it's 1 in 3 will develop and 1 in 5 will die. I don't share these statistics to be morbid, but to show you that you're not alone if you're going through this struggle.

Overcoming those early obstacles taught him many lessons which he has applied to his life ever since. He has been on a journey that has led him to something much bigger.

Hi! I’m Kate and I have chronic migraines. I always feel like such a drama queen when I describe my migraines, which is why I don’t usually tell people what they’re like. It’s hard to explain feeling like you’re dying, but also knowing you’ll be okay and just have to endure it. I also don’t want anyone to feel bad for me, or pity me.

When I first started listening to Sickboy I never considered myself a candidate for a contributor. After all I wasn't sick, I've just got some fun facial scaring. But it quickly became apparent that sickboy wasn't for the morbid curiosity of hearing about sickness. It is a series of conversations about difference in the human experience. I'm glad I got to share mine.

I was watching 60 Minutes on the crack epidemic in America, and I thought, look at all these people who smoke crack! It must be really good. The show basically demonstrated how to make it, so I made it and thought, wow, it is really good.

You notice the figure, which was standing quietly in the corner, slowly start making its way towards you. You are helpless. As it gets closer, you can see it is faceless, and you have a sick feeling that it’s going to kill you. Your mind is racing, circling a feeling of pure fear.

I was born in Montreal and immediately put up for adoption when my biological parents saw that I was born without hands and part of my legs, but I have never let any of this stop me.