What I hate about Truth & Reconciliation Day is how the government and politicians, who have power to make real change, have encouraged everyday Canadians to think reconciliation is achieved through individual capitalist consumption. Buying orange shirts and donuts, for example. Meanwhile, they could be passing legislation to save Indigenous languages by giving them the same funding as French. They could put moratoriums on extractive business practices like logging or drilling for oil. They could give back some of the 89% of Canada that's crown land.

There definitely is a certain type of second wave feminist white woman who thinks she's outsmarted sexism by placing herself above women who embrace their sexuality and attractiveness and it's weird so many people are acting like there isn't. The type who makes fun of women who show cleavage and thinks the men she pals around with at literary events *actually respect* her, since she's so smart and talented that she doesn't *need* to dress *like that.* She has self-respect, *those* women are destroying feminism, etc.

So I guess Trucker Convoy folks started a fundraiser claiming they're helping Indigenous communities get clean water, but they're raising money for an NGO called Water First that has nothing to do with creating infrastructure for that to happen? From what I can tell, despite this rather misleading pie chart saying 61% of funds goes towards "Drinking Water," they don't actually help First Nations get access to clean water. They run paid internships for Native ppl to work in water treatment & arrange class visits.

So I watched the Cecil Hotel doc on Netflix and it's so clear to me that people do NOT understand the ways bipolar disorder/psychosis work. Saying "Elisa Lam's behaviour makes no sense!" implies that the internal logic of psychosis "makes sense" to the external world. If you've experienced psychosis, you know that there is an internal logic to psychosis, which makes you watch the elevator video in a completely different way. If Lam was feeling paranoid, and had delusions about being chased or targeted, those thoughts would have *felt real*

I've written extensively about my own experiences of depression and anxiety in my book, "A Mind Spread Out On The Ground." In the title essay, I compare depression to the effects of colonialism. Since it's #BellLetsTalk, I want to talk more about what I call colonial depression. I've tried therapy on and off for many years, and while I've found some CBT helpful, I want to point out the inherent problems involved in CBT and, to an extent, the mindfulness movement - both of which have become incredibly Westernized and are used to try to help depression.

Every Native woman has been compared to Pocahontas - a 12yo child sex trafficking victim who was sold to white men in Britain to keep her people in line.

What do you think it does to Indigenous women to be constantly compared to this real girl Disney turned into a "princess"? What do you think it does to a country to massively rewrite history in this way? To pretend that any 12yo could have the capacity to not only consent to rape, but to consent to being a pawn in a political game solely meant to keep her powerful people from stopping US expansion?

Right now, as you read this, my people are peacefully occupying a land development that Canada has never owned, and in fact was supposed to negotiate back in 2006. The OPP raided the camp 2 days ago. Yesterday, we took it back. This is how local media reported on it: The article starts with an interview of a scared white Caledonia resident, which frames this photo of young Indigenous men standing up for their community against state violence as "menacing."

I don't see menace. I see power. I see possibility. I see revolution.