Love letter series

This is a new type of blog I’m going to be doing, and I love writing. Writing is my therapy, and it makes me feel better.

I’ll be honest...

I like to write about mental health, and I’ve always liked to inform or try to help others understand what most individuals are going through.
A lot of parents or relatives may not understand what some of us are feeling, if no one has realised by now through my previous posts, I admit I have anxiety and depression. It’s been a struggle, I know people who are going through it themselves, I’m not going to make it sound sweet or light, it is a mental battle you are going through constantly, for others depression sometimes just pops up, and you have no reason why you’re feeling this way.

I’m aware there are other people who respond to individuals with depression “to get over it” or “it’ll just pass”, “there are far more important issues than to feel this way,” or “other people have it worse than you.”  Let me tell you, it makes it us all feel like crap, wow we feel so much better. Sometimes just listening and being there for someone helps a lot.

Parents or any relatives reading this I know all of you want to understand what your child/niece/nephew or grandchildren are going through, the best thing is to let them know you’re there for them, when they’re ready to talk you’ll still be there to listen and help them.

To those that are suffering and going through this, you matter! Just remember that there are people who care and love you, even when you believe that there isn’t anyone. For the sake of privacy I’m not going to reveal who this person is but I remember telling an individual what was going on, and they not understanding me. The result of my mental health led to me getting horrible migraines which I had nearly everyday, it led to me being bedridden and wanting to vomit, when they asked what was going on and I explained to them this was what was happening, their response was to take loads of pills. At that moment I didn’t know how to respond that, they aren’t educated enough to understand mental health.

Telling a person who has depression to take lots of pills isn’t the best response, it made me mad but I also realised that your ignorance can destroy an individual, “sticks and stones may broke my bones but words WILL effect me.” So be it at home or at work or anywhere, just empathise what someone is going through, we need more empathy than apathy.

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When you know who you are, you feel complete. 

Knowing you’re born in a country and have been encouraged to immerse in a culture, but then you’ve been brought up somewhere else. 

You’re surrounded by people of culture, you’re the only one from your country, you try to fit in. No one understands anything about your culture, so you decide to change. 

You feel like there’s no one who can speak your language, you don’t bump into anyone who you can feel familiar with in school, at home you’re someone from Nepal but at school you’re eating sandwiches and crisps.
You’re now 18 you think you fit in with these groups of girls, you can feel a little bit of your culture, they’re not from your country but you’re happy nonetheless about the same understanding you feel connected with. You’ve even gone back to visit your country, but you don’t feel connected, your mother tongue doesn’t naturally flow, and you’re stuck there smiling because that’s all you can do. Your cousins have become close with one another, and you feel out of the loop, you love your culture but you also disagree with the views or opinions held.

You come back from your holiday, you feel like you’ve taken a bit of your culture back with you, you feel like your part of a group but after a few months, you still don’t feel like you fit in anywhere. You’re forever trying to find a sense of identity, who are you?