My name is William Henry Tucker and I live every day with mental illness in a small town in Northern Minnesota. Most of us live with some kind of mental illness. Once upon a time, not so long ago, we hid away, not admitting to it, fighting the symptoms in the dark, alone.
Read MoreIn writing this, I honor not only others, but myself as well. I worked both part-time and full-time in a series of group homes between 2012 and 2017. I was a Direct Support Professional. I emptied colostomy bags. I brushed teeth. I shaved men before they went off to work at their disabilities employment center. I cooked. In caring for people, you gain knowledge…
Read MoreMany of us are feeling a sense of anger. We aren’t exactly sure who to be angry with. The COVID19, leadership, the neighbors, our partners…whoever gets in the way today when I am feeling that I can’t control my environment? What we are experiencing is grief. It’s OK. We have lost what we knew, what we expected, everything to graduations to vacations to loved ones and time together.
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