One of the things my mother has always emphasized is the importance of privacy, of keeping things within the family...
Growing up I deliberately subdued my mental, physical and emotional exhaustion at the expense of being a burden to my family and to my community.
Mental health is often not discussed at all in south asian communities and when it is, with overbearing stigma. I was conditioned to believe my problems were not real and I often wondered how I could possibly be selfish enough to worry about my mental state knowing people all over the world suffered tremendously in our post imperialist, capitalist era. when I got to college the buildup of suppressing parts of my subconscious that I didn’t even know existed began to manifest in physical, very real, forms. between seeing my grades suffer and not eating at all to self harming and frequently thinking about ending my life, I realized helping myself would be the only meaningful way to help others.
it’s a hefty journey, but understanding how the sociopolitical climate, intersection of oppression, body dysmorphia, amongst other influences, contribute to my depression, anxiety and bipolar 2 disorder has helped me seek healthy coping mechanisms.