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When Phillip Wong died by suicide, his family thought that silence would end their pain. But his sister, filmmaker Michelle Wong, needed to make sense of her brother's death. What drove him to end his life at age 36?

Weaving together intimate conversations with those closest to Phillip, as well as her own candid reflections, Wong embarks on a personal journey. Gently peeling away layers of silence, she uncovers her brother's story of gambling addiction and his lonely spiral into desperation, isolation and depression.

Filmed against the backdrop of the noisy casinos of Las Vegas and the quiet town of St. Paul, Alberta, the documentary lays bare the grief of family and friends. Sifting through feelings of guilt, sadness and shame, the once-fragmented family begins to discover a new closeness. This heart-wrenching film is a sister's uncompromising search for the truth and healing--for herself, her family, and others struggling with addiction.

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#Buddhism #compassion #GriefTherapy
This tech, very carefully and consciously used, could be an advancement for grief therapy but could just as well cause damage. It would have to gently reinforce the reality. We all know the first noble truth is that life is suffering.

Why Buddhism frowns on AI avatars of the dead - Asia Times

"In a story in the Buddhist canon, a grief-stricken mother named Kisa Gautami loses her only child and carries the body around town, searchi.."
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Asia Times · Why Buddhism frowns on AI avatars of the dead - Asia TimesIn a story in the Buddhist canon, a grief-stricken mother named Kisa Gautami loses her only child and carries the body around town, searching for some way

A Plea for Survival, Dignity, and Compassion

I’m Philip, a disabled man fighting to survive in poverty. I am not begging out of choice. I’m begging because it’s the only path left to stay alive. Every day is a battle: my body is in constant pain, I am hungry, exhausted, and overwhelmed. I don’t sleep well, I don’t have access to proper healthcare, and I struggle with tasks many take for granted—like standing, bathing, cleaning, or simply thinking clearly through the fog of suffering.

I need $1,500 each month just to live. Right now, I’m $1,500 short, again. That money would allow me to buy food, keep a roof over my head, access basic hygiene, and maybe just maybe reduce some of the agony of existence. Your compassionate monthly support could save a life, mine.

To live this way is to endure a relentless, invisible war. There are days I cannot move, nights I cannot rest, and hours I cannot see or think straight. People judge what they cannot see. They dismiss what they don't understand. But disability in poverty isn’t just hardship, it’s isolation, exhaustion, and despair layered on top of each other until there's no air left to breathe.

Despite it all, I dream of more than surviving. I dream of building a home. Not just for me, but for others like me. I dream of transforming this pain into purpose. But for now, I need help to make it through this month, and the next, and the next.

Please help by donating:

💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog

🫶 PayPal: Donate Here

Even $5, $10, $15 helps. Your compassion matters more than you know. Help me reclaim dignity. Help me fight for life.