Tag: depression

Young celebrities won’t let me give up on my mental health project

Do you know when someone’s words suddenly shine a light on your motivation to go ahead and do what drives you?

I’ve been on and off with big ideas to fight the stigma around mental health. The past few weeks have been ‘off’, but yesterday someone said ‘those’ special words and changed the game.

When I’m given a task and a deadline, I go ahead and do it. But when it’s a task for my own project – and one that means so much to me – I easily get off track with my own emotions, doubts and fears. Thinking about this day and night, with help and feedback from all sides, can be quite overwhelming.

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Prince Harry’s interview with Bryony Gordon about his grief denial for 20 years, following his mother’s death, made my determination reappear like an erupted volcano and now even sleeping seems like a waste of time.

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We need to talk about depression (so why not start with mine)

(read in Portuguese)

Depression has symptoms. They may be obvious or subtle, but mostly they have one thing in common: feelings

I’ve been writing since I can remember. I would write for everyone or just for myself, for specific groups or individual people. Some people need to run, to cook, to be outdoors or to see friends every day; I needed to write, even when I didn’t read my own writings.

For two years I lost the pleasure in doing one of the things that I enjoyed the most. I lost count of the times I put a pillow behind my back and made myself comfortable with a laptop on my lap, only to shut it down soon thereafter since I could barely write a sentence. I tried it with new and old notebooks, with fancy pens, I tried in the evenings and in the mornings, I used candles and music, I tried at home and in cafés, while travelling or in random places. I even went on a winter retreat to a small town in the south of an island, to spend four days totally dedicated to writing.

Yet nothing would come out.


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Let’s stop pretending we’re always fine

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Let’s talk mental health. Enough of sharing smiles and colourful photos, enough of achievements and dream travels. Tough moments need to be shared too – that’s life, plus shared pain is less painful

Now that I’m finally able to face this screen and write about this, I’ll share a recent episode that was very meaningful to me when last winter I went to a conference in Gainesville, a small university town in northern Florida, USA.

It was a packed four-day trip, including two days of travel, which may explain why it was all so intense. Things were getting clearer in my head then, and I certainly felt sensitive to inspiring stories, people, songs and places.

debora miranda na conferência frank, onde se partilham exemplos de como a comunicação pode melhorar o mundoThis is a rather unconventional conference: frank brings together professionals who believe that good quality communication can make the world a better place. In a very TED, US style this was a quite human conference, so I let myself get carried away by dozens of people’s experiences and stories. Suddenly, I too felt the urge to let out my thoughts – “maybe they will trigger some further empathy”.

This urge turned into the words that I had been fighting to write for months. At last, during one of  three return flights (Gainesville – Miami – London – Lisbon) I wrote: 

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Behind my ‘Thank you’

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A year ago today I was enjoying one of the happiest days of my life. My two worlds came together, from home and from far away, to celebrate three decades of life on a more than perfect summer day.

Cars travelling from my Lisbon routes were joined by planes flying from Dortmund, Berlin, London and Brussels, filled with French, German, Portuguese, Uruguayan, American, English, Irish and Italian friendship.

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(there was more than that!)

For cancerians (and more so for pessimistic ones) it’s difficult to accept full happiness, even if for just one day, as though there would always have to be a trap somewhere. That acceptance is therefore even more amazing as one nervously looks around and doesn’t find any trap at all. Rather, it is about appreciating the cloud under which we lived, making us forget the colours of our childhood, passionate moments, foreign scenes. And so we finally show a genuine smile.

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