Decontamination

“What?” I asked. Briefly an imagine of the gigantic flies in our house fucking comes into my mind. Their wings flapping ever so slightly. Their ugly bodies doing the bump and grind originally developed at the Dome in Halifax. I remember wondering if the flies enjoyed it or considered it to be a poor distraction [...]

I don’t know what this feels like

“I don’t know what this feels like.” I put on the super powered fan that happens to be in the guestroom I’m staying. I don’t want anyone to hear me. I don’t understand that the crying will come with a screaming sound. I’m going to be heard no matter how loudly I adjust the fan. [...]

Two Minutes

Human beings are not born forever on the day that their mothers give birth to them. Rather, life forces them to give birth to themselves time and again. – Gabriel Garcia Marquez Two minutes is around the time it takes to describe the fire after someone asks about it. If they seem particularly curious I [...]

A Camera person’s reply to my story on the inhumanity of the media, my reply and a very human reply from CP24

So my house burned down. It was the worst moment of my life. You can read about it in more detail here: http://colony-of-losers.com/wordpress/2013/11/21/why-i-wanted-to-punch-out-a-cameraman-from-cp24/ The camera crews were pretty inhumane in the name of their right to cover our tragedy. So I got angry and I replied to it. One of the camera men replied to [...]

Why I wanted to punch out a cameraman

My house burned down. CP 24 showed up. This is our story.

War’s End

Four years ago today a war began. Not that preparations for the war hadn’t begun years earlier. Sometimes you don’t even notice the first shots being fired. You can ignore a lot when you’re high for most of your adoloscence in order to pretend that peace exists. For me it was like that. You could [...]

About

Michael Kimber is a 26-year-old journalist who suffered a nervous breakdown on November 3rd, 2009. On March 28th, 2010 when he recovered from mental illness, he began writing a blog called Colony-of-losers. About falling on your face to figure out who you are and the hilarious antics of a blond jew. What began with a few friends and his mother reading has become a cult phenomenon, averaging 10,000 views a week, receiving praise from Commonwealth Award Winner Shandi Mitchell and many others. On, November 3rd, 2010, the one year anniversary of his mental breakdown he signed with Anne McDermid and Associates, the largest literary agency in Canada. In a year he went from wearing pajamas, making his couch depression HQ to leaving his hometown for the Toronto, where he exclusively wears business suits and the armor of ancient Greeks. Don't worry, he's still choking on the feet he contently sticks in his mouth and making moments awkward just by being part of them. During these struggles he met other talented bastards and drew them into his circle. Peter Diamond became his illustrator. Patrick Campbell his video editor and part time photographer. He recently added the incredibly talented John Packman as Colony of Losers Toronto photographer. Without the support of the Colony of Losers, Michael Kimber would be nothing. Welcome to the losers and the success that comes from utter and complete failure. You aren’t alone. Follow him on twitter.com/colonyoflosersand twitter.com/quimbo. If you’d like to hire him for a public speaking engagement for mental health events in Toronto, like to arrange an interview, offer millions to publish his book or for another reason contact Michael please email him. And join his facebook Colony of Losers.

Really obvious disclaimer:
I’m not a trained psychologist. Just a fellow traveler. If you need help seek it from the professionals. The Canadian Mental Health Association provides a help locator. You can find crisis resources provided by the Canadian Association for Suicide Prevention. If you are in the states check here. It will give you services by zip code. I’d also recommend checking out Mindyourmind.ca. I think they do great work and have been a help to me personally.