CHANCE’S STORY
A Love Story,
A Devastating Loss,
A Mission for Change.
The story of the man I loved, what happened, and why I’m fighting for awareness.
The Man I Loved
He was my partner, my best friend, my peace, and my forever.
Chance was kind, generous, funny, and full of life. He had a heart as big as he was and a way of making everyone around him feel seen, safe, and valued.
We first met when we were 18 on the Graviton. Life took us in different directions, but 24 years later, we found our way back to each other. What started as a reconnection quickly becomes a love that felt coming home.
In the nearly three years we had back together, we built a life we were so proud of. We moved to Nova Scotia, renovated our home, planned our future by the river, and talked about the many years we still had ahead. We used to say we owed each other 24 years now. He was my partner, my best friend, my peace, and my forever.
MAY 2, 2026
Everything Changed
Our day began like so many others - quietly peacefully, and filled with the ordinary moments that make up a life together.
That morning, we sat together outside with our coffee before the kids woke up. Later that day, we decided to build a fire pit for our family to enjoy together. Chance, the boys, and I spent the day outdoors collecting rocks and wood.
We laughed, explored the woods, and watched our dogs play by the water.
It was a normal day. A beautiful day.
His Last Words
At around 10:30 p.m., Chance looked at me and said,
“I’m never taking mushrooms again. I don’t like how I’m feeling. I’m going to bed.”
They were the last words he ever spoke to me.
Three Minutes
After he went inside, I added a second pot to the fire. I was outside for about three minutes.
When I returned, Chance was at the top of the stairs with self-inflicted wounds. I immediately called 911 and began CPR.
Despite our efforts, he died. Later, the paramedics told me his injuries were unsurvivable, and we had done all we could do.
The Aftermath
The medical examiner ruled Chance’s death a suicide, noting psilocybin (psilocin) in his system. The final report stated that “the individual taking that drug assumes the risk of the adverse effects of the drug on their behaviour.”
How do you assume a risk you did not know existed?
But I’m still left with question — questions about risk, informed consent, and whether this death truly fits the label of suicide.
“There were no warning signs.
No cry for help.
No indication that he was in distress”
His Story Isn’t Over
I wrote Three Minutes: Changed My Life Forever to honour Chance’s life, to share what happened, and to raise awareness about the real risks of psilocybin.
I created Don’t Take Chances to bring balance to the conversation — to ensure that alongside the potential benefits, people are also informed about the risks, including the rare but very real potential for severe psychological crisis and suicide.
This isn’t about fear. It’s about informed choice, honest conversations, and saving lives.
Chance mattered.
He was loved deeply.
And his story isn’t over.
OUR GOAL IS NOT FEAR OR JUDGEMENT
Our goal is education, informed choice, honest conversation, harm reduction, and compassion for individuals and families affected by psychedelic-related harm and mental health crises.
CHANCE MATTERED.
HE WAS LOVED DEEPLY.
AND HIS STORY
DESERVES TO BE TOLD.