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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...
...I’m sure most of us would assume they either work as an engineer, a doctor, a scientist, or an upper position in a company. I’m not...
One of the things my mother has always emphasized is the importance of privacy, of keeping things within the family...
...“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...
I thought that middle school was going to be the biggest and most positive change in my life. Being bullied for how...
...just a number, something in the back of their mind, or maybe even something that nags at them every day. For others, like me...
I always feared that I would be called weak if I expressed any vulnerability. So instead, I put on a “strong” face at all times...
...when it all started; before I knew it, I was in over my head. Slice of bread for breakfast. Apple for lunch. No dinner.
My life has been one long-drawn nightmare. All the memories keep replaying as they’ve just happened yesterday. No matter...
...but vulnerability is indeed a virtue when it comes to issues of the heart. I could curse everything in the world for my affliction...
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...
...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.
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’m sure most of us would assume they either work as an engineer, a doctor, a scientist, or an upper position in a company. I’m not...
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...
...when it all started; before I knew it, I was in over my head. Slice of bread for breakfast. Apple for lunch. No dinner.
...and about to graduate from a prestigious college. I’ve been fortunate enough to have good mental health and strive to spread....
...and what I felt wasn't considered a "real problem." Middle school was a testing time for my personal life. My family was dealing...
...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...
...nuclear, dynamic household. Her parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins—they were all temporary occupants of a bustling...
...my single biggest role model in life. From his life-long dedication to spreading education throughout central Gujarat to his will to...
One by one, the bangles come off, the sparkle from the nose stud disappears and the body which once was draped in rich...
I always feared that I would be called weak if I expressed any vulnerability. So instead, I put on a “strong” face at all times...
My journey in undergrad started like any other "typical" South Asian. I was a pre-med student studying biochemistry stuck in a continuous...
10 years old. When a girl is 10 years old she should be worrying about what color dress to wear, or how to do her hair...
I wish I had a different dad. I wish I was blessed with a dad who would take time out of his day to ask me “How are you?” instead...
Like me, my mother was born in India. Also like me, my mother has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder. While we have this...
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...
MannMukti pledges to serve all South Asians, recognizing the power hierarchies in our communities, created and maintained by different identities of caste, language, geography, gender, sexuality, and religion that shape individuals’ obstacles while seeking mental liberation.
