Mental health in african families
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For much of my life, I didn’t believe I was allowed to call myself depressed. The image I held of depression had been shaped by media, school, and Western portrayals: someone lying in bed all day, unshowered, crying, unable to function. That version of depression was extreme, visible, and loud—and because I didn’t match it, Read more
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Growing up in my African household, emotions were never acknowledged in any meaningful way. They were treated like background noise — irrelevant, messy, and ultimately useless in the grand scheme of survival. Life was hard. That was the understanding. The expectation was clear: tough it out, push through, and survive. Mental health did not exist Read more
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