A few days ago, my son graduated from high school, just a few days shy of Canada’s 150th birthday. The school that he, like his two sisters before him, graduated from is a public, co-ed, French-language high school in a predominantly English-speaking city.
I’m naturally optimistic but there are, I think, objective reasons for us to be concerned. I fear that we may be witnessing a fundamental shift in our socio-economic environment, one that could completely upend the kind of life that many of us, in developed countries, expect and take for granted.
Perhaps it’s because of the dead leaves on the ground, but I’ve found myself having a number of discussions these past few weeks about depression, anxiety and mental illness in its many, many forms. It was a heart-wrenching conversation with a colleague from work just a few days ago that finally decided me to write this post.
