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...
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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...
...and what I felt wasn't considered a "real problem." Middle school was a testing time for my personal life. My family was dealing...
...in his monotonous voice. I was visiting him for weeks of severe back pain and insomnia. This was the first time that I...
...when it all started; before I knew it, I was in over my head. Slice of bread for breakfast. Apple for lunch. No dinner.
Growing up, I would watch them sing and dance their way across my TV screen and think about how beautiful they looked, the beauty...
A sharp, stinging sensation disseminates as I run a blade across my forearm. Drops of blood infuse with tears and burn within the wounds...
...under the veil of a warm smile and a cool, calm demeanor. Hope this doesn’t take too many of my friends by complete surprise.
I thought that middle school was going to be the biggest and most positive change in my life. Being bullied for how...
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...
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...
...and about to graduate from a prestigious college. I’ve been fortunate enough to have good mental health and strive to spread....
... due to several moves, lack of money, and a nasty divorce. From the time I was in 4th to 7th grade, I was also sexually abused by my...
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.
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 managed to wake up every morning get dressed, grab breakfast, and dash out the door but it was a front. A facade. A routine...
...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.
I have had an incredibly long and difficult journey with mental health and neurological issues over the past 42 years. On top of it...
Since I was 7, attending medical school had been my dream - to finally say that yes, I’m going to be a doctor. Like anyone else pursuing...
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...
One of the things my mother has always emphasized is the importance of privacy, of keeping things within the family...
In the moment it seems like the end of the world like thing. Its very overwhelming. It's hard to think positively even though you know...
...but vulnerability is indeed a virtue when it comes to issues of the heart. I could curse everything in the world for my affliction...
...in his monotonous voice. I was visiting him for weeks of severe back pain and insomnia. This was the first time that I...
...and about to graduate from a prestigious college. I’ve been fortunate enough to have good mental health and strive to spread....
Fall 2011: “Congratulations, we are pleased to inform you have been accepted into our medical school.” It felt unreal. I’d gained admission into a U.S. Medical school I’d wanted since I was a kid. I was born severely premature, only 2 pounds, and medicine saved my life.
I forgot. I forgot about how he looked like until today. Only today, in this very moment, when I saw a picture of him, did I remember...
I was sexually assaulted and violated by someone not once, but twice. And possibly multiple times without my knowledge...
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...
Insane. Crazy. Mad. Unhealthy. Abnormal. These words follow me around everyday, everywhere. They're carved into my skin, sewed into my...