You are not in the United States. But the news reaches you anyway. Maybe it arrives on your phone at 6am, maybe your mother calls, voice tight, asking if you’ve heard, maybe it’s in the family group chat – someone’s
You finally made the appointment, you sat down, and took a breath and started to say the thing you’d been carrying, the thing that lives at the intersection of your family history, your racialized body, your community, your survival. And
The world decided COVID was over. There was no announcement, exactly. No ceremony. Just a gradual shift – masks coming off, offices reopening, news cycles moving on. And at some point, you were supposed to be back to normal by
You’re lying in bed at 11pm. Something sits heavy on your chest. It’s too late to call anyone, but even if you could who would you talk to? You just need to say it out loud to someone, (or something),
Have you heard the term “nervous system” thrown around a lot these days? With access to so much more information about mental health and the body’s response to stress and trauma, you may have heard of this term, but what does
Like many folks, you probably had a grandmother that never talked about what happened before she came here. You knew not to ask. Maybe it was the way she went quiet when certain things came on the news. The way
There’s a question you’ve probably been asked your whole life. At school, at family dinners, at job interviews, at parties where someone is trying to place you. Where are you from? And you’ve learned to answer it. You have the
It’s hard to deny we are living through particularly difficult times. Turning on the news feels like bracing for an assault on our humanity and the humanity of others. The past few years have felt like a barrage of incrementally
You’ve been thinking about it for months. Maybe longer. You finally made the appointment – or at least opened the tab, typed in the search, gotten close. And then your mom calls. She asks how you are. You say fine.
Second generation immigrant depression doesn’t always announce itself with tears or a crisis. Sometimes it’s just a phone call you can’t bring yourself to answer. Your mom calls while you’re still in bed at noon on a Saturday and you