
... 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...
If you are having suicidal thoughts or feelings, contact 911 or the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255, or a qualified physician / mental health professional immediately.
Too often, people think that mental health is easier to cure than physical health – but that is untrue.
I know that from experience. For over a year now, I have experienced severe anxiety.
It’s a crushing feeling – one minute you’re fine, and then, out of nowhere, crippling anxiety runs throughout your body and consumes you. And most of the time, you’re not even sure why it’s happening, but it is. I am constantly panicking and feel like something bad is going to happen, and that fear has sometimes gotten so bad that it has stopped me from being productive and going about my day.
It is an awful feeling that I can’t even begin to explain.
But I know that I’m not the only one who has experienced it – there are so many others out there too, who have felt the same way that I do.
It happens to the best of us, and it doesn't make you any less perfect or any less of a person. I have spent over a year hiding, not really talking about this to anyone, but I have decided to change that.
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, 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.
To submit your story, click here.
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