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In 2015, in a split second decision, I decided life wasn’t worth living anymore. The events following that moment are blurry but I found myself waking up in an ICU hospital bed with my parents crying/praying over me. Ignoring my mental health needs finally caught up to me.
As an immigrant, I have a “push through anything” mentality. It’s taken me far professionally but for a long time, it kept me from asking for help. All my life I have walked a fine line between being “too Arab” or “too American.” I was looking for acceptance and my voice.
Fast forward five years, I finally feel good enough to be alive. The support of family, friends and my therapists helped me get here but it was my will to seek help that saw me through a dark period of time.
There is strength in vulnerability. Mental health shouldn’t be stigmatized & if you find yourself not feeling good enough, look for the helpers and know you are meant to be here.
