The pressure that children of immigrants face is high, and the mental health support is low.
"Who am I?" This is a question I silently ask myself right before I meditate each day.
I felt lost, isolated, lonely, and worthless.
What happens when high-expectations meets the failure to live up to them?
I remember precisely the day that I first heard the word “depression” float into the air and for some reason the word landed heavily on me in a foreshadowing manner.
For more than twenty years of my life, I struggled with major depression and suicide ideation.