Within a family filled with enlightening sturdyness, but also the dark sides of mental health family history. World premiere seen at the Toronto international film festival. We are supposed to help each other after all. Watching Yoli, Elf, and their loved ones deal with the grief gives me hope for the world. Awareness replacing ignorance, empathy for others over convenience, and truth before profit and fear.

If only we all could do more things like this. 'I used to wake up in the morning singing,' said Yoli. I treasured the reasons for living that Yoli found in this heartfelt and candid story. At times the actors struggle with the heavy themes around depression and suicide, but the authenticity of the story shines through such faults. For all the dark moments, there are others full of light and laughter. All My Puny Sorrows is moody and emotional like its characters. There is hope for the sisters, and others in the same boat, in that life is always teaching lessons, and there is so much to learn, and so much that is beautiful. Society conspires against the sisters too in that its focus is on shame and profits rather than truth and healing. Yoli attempts to convince her sister to stay alive, but Yoli is not a model of healthy living herself and faces a nearly impossible task.

Elf, a concert pianist, tried to kill herself and intends to try again. Suffering seems to be inherited for them. Sisters Yoli and Elf struggle to deal with the depression and doubt that plagues their family and lives. We must grapple with it and pull through. In other words, punting the ball down the field does not help in dealing with and defeating what ails the psyche. Sometimes letting go of grief is worse than the grief itself, for in letting go we risk losing this part of our true selves and our life experience.

All the puny sorrows