It’s  been nearly a month since I decided I needed to sell everything I owned and head to my parents in Saskatoon.  At the time it was nearly an act of desperation.  After the death of my kitty, my spiralling depression reached a dangerous point and I was self-aware enough to realize that something HAD to change or something bad WOULD happen.

It was difficult in the beginning.  I lost so much in the move, both having to leave it behind and having it come detached from the room on the highway never to be seen again.  I also felt defeated in a sense that I had to come crawling back to a city that I had escaped and seek refuge because I was not capable of looking after myself.  Fortunately I’m blessed with parents who care a great deal about me and are incredibly generous.  Without them I would be lost.

At this point I hardly feel “well.”  But I definitely feel like I made the right decision and that I am slowly recovering my mental health.  I’ve been attacking my film career with renewed vigour and have been actively working out a realistic plan to get there.  I’ve completed the writing of two short films, I’m self-educating myself to be proficient in digital visual effects.

With the added benefit of my new kitty friend who gives me so much needed love and affection, I am indeed feeling optimistic about the future and am trying to be proactive about making it happen.  This has been a difficult year for me to be sure.

In the immortal words of Tyler Durden, “It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.”

Ashley