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Sometimes it’ll be so silent that the volume of my thoughts magnifies or it’ll be so loud that I can’t even think straight...

“How are you doing?” people usually ask, whether or not they know I’ve lost family recently. I don’t answer these days. My external...

...asking for help. Whether I was struggling to solve a math problem at school or trying to reach the highest shelf in the kitchen...

...in his monotonous voice. I was visiting him for weeks of severe back pain and insomnia. This was the first time that I...

“Right actions in the future are the best apologies for bad actions in the past.” – Tryon Edwards

...and about to graduate from a prestigious college. I’ve been fortunate enough to have good mental health and strive to spread....

...when it all started; before I knew it, I was in over my head. Slice of bread for breakfast. Apple for lunch. No dinner.

It’s a dangerous game I play – pushing, no punishing, myself to my mental limit. There is a kind of pain, that is perilous...

I was happy for 20 seconds, then it was on to the next one. Imagine a kid in a martial arts class, yoga class, or art class. Imagine a kid...

...my life was confined to my bed. I couldn’t get out of bed to attend my classes. I couldn’t get out of bed to see my friends...

...are difficult for me to describe or relive, and without a doubt I've repressed a great deal from that time in my life. But in sharing...

...I was in a major I did not like, but I felt weak in admitting I was not good at science. My GPA was falling and by my second semester...

Stories

In alignment with our mission to encourage others to #SpeakUp about mental health, we’ve created this blog – a passion project highlighting those who wish to share their stories with the world.

Open to anyone and posted biweekly, the series features personal anecdotes from members of the South Asian community who have struggled with mental illness – and the stigma that comes along with it.

I’ve always believed in love. And now I’ve had it returned to me in kind but there was a long period of time in my life...

Growing up I deliberately subdued my mental, physical and emotional exhaustion at the expense of being a burden to my family and to...

...“Oh, this is just me being a teenager.” Little did I know it was something serious… I was too young to feel this sadness, right? I mean...

SOCH is a grassroots mental health initiative aimed at empowering the community of Brampton with mental health knowledge and awareness...

Ever since I started ballet when I was 5 year old, dance has always been my go-to to release any tensions I feel. I know...

...from the Perry Castañada Library at the University of Texas at Austin around 3:45 AM with a couple of friends after a night of studying.

...and about to graduate from a prestigious college. I’ve been fortunate enough to have good mental health and strive to spread....

Seven years ago, if someone had asked me how my life was going, at the time I would’ve said pretty well. It wasn’t until later...

...are difficult for me to describe or relive, and without a doubt I've repressed a great deal from that time in my life. But in sharing...

That’s something you’d associate more with the CIA or FBI, and less with the life of a 10th-grade boy living in the suburbs...

I was happy for 20 seconds, then it was on to the next one. Imagine a kid in a martial arts class, yoga class, or art class. Imagine a kid...

Although I feel fortunate to have not had any serious mental issues, my mind has certain tendencies that I have found very difficult to address.

I thought that middle school was going to be the biggest and most positive change in my life. Being bullied for how...

In high school, I lost a close friend to suicide and was very severely cyberbullied. Consistently I would be told to focus on school...

I managed to wake up every morning get dressed, grab breakfast, and dash out the door but it was a front. A facade. A routine...

i am sad. i don’t know if it’s real they say it’s not. it’s hormones they say because what other reason would exist for a girl like me...