My initial thought when I felt the sadness was...

...“Oh, this is just me being a teenager.”  Little did I know it was something serious… I was too young to feel this sadness, right? I mean a 15 year old girl who basically had the world handed to her shouldn’t feel this bad right? I have a loving family, a roof over my head and amazing friends. So what was wrong? I didn’t know at the time so, I just kind of ignored all my feelings.  I was conditioned to think that my problems aren’t serious because, well, others have it worse. Bottled up emotions, I learned, aren't good for anyone, especially not for yourself. I soon started taking my sadness and anger out on myself through self harm. The pain made me forget about the other pain I was feeling. But, someone came into my life and changed all of that. He made me realize that my feelings were valid and that I shouldn't be ashamed of the way I feel. He helped me learn that just because "others have it worse" doesn't make my feelings any less real. Today, I still struggle with depression but I am no longer afraid to speak out about it. I want to talk about it and let others know that it isn't something to be ashamed of.

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MannMukti pledges to serve all South Asians, recognizing the power hierarchies in our communities, created and maintained by different identities of caste, language, geography, gender, sexuality, and religion that shape individuals' obstacles while seeking mental liberation.