Growing up I Often Heard “Therapy Is for White People”
I didn’t understand why he fell silent when I cried or the blank look that overtook his face when I had a breakdown. I didn’t understand his resistance to things like therapy and psychiatry.
I didn’t understand why he fell silent when I cried or the blank look that overtook his face when I had a breakdown. I didn’t understand his resistance to things like therapy and psychiatry.
We can’t control what someone else feels or believes. But we can show up. We can choose to care. We can keep showing up.
It is a scary, anxiety-riddled time we’re living in.
I refuse to allow the same toxic cycle of verbal and emotional abuse to continue with the potential to last for generations.
Eating disorders blur the image of who we are.
This trauma will be long-lasting. Our mental health will forever be colored by the impact of this pandemic.
The best you have to offer others will never be a cure-all method, a one-size-fits-most fix. The best you have to offer will always be yourself.
Facing your fear means realizing the truth behind it.
I stuttered, “I…I’m suicidal.” I nearly passed out as those words fell from my lips.
My hope is that a fellow Mexican-American will read this and feel seen and heard and validated.
Your empathy will go a long way in assisting our perceptions of ourselves and the world around us.
A list of mental health resources focused on supporting various BIPOC communities.
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