“Hey are you okay? Why are you so sad? Are you sick?” What was I supposed to tell everyone? I wish I could have said, “I can’t get out of bed and I do not know why. I have no motivation to do anything and I do not know why. I keep crying everyday and I do not know why.”
Read MoreCollege is a time of expectations. The only thing heavier than these expectations is the urge to not let everyone down. I want to be better. I see her sometimes when I close my eyes, the girl I might be if only I could get better, the better girl.
Read MoreI remember the first time I told my parents I wanted to go to therapy. My immigrant, Indian parents. I remember the confusion, the questions, the hesitation, and (eventually) the approval.
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