"There is No Room For Failure"
Staff Blog
“It is best to not share your feelings with others. They will take advantage.”
“You cannot cry. No one will feel bad for you.” “
Stick it out and keep pushing.” “
There is no room for failure.”
These words were imprinted in my mind as mantras. They were constant reminders of my role as the eldest daughter of immigrant parents. From a young age, it was instilled in me that I had to be something. A living testament to my parent’s hardships in coming to the United States. My mother left her family at 14 to escape the horrors of the Vietnam War. My father, a victim of “in the wrong place at the wrong time”, found himself followed by authorities during the “Dirty War” in Mexico. My mental health struggles did not measure up to what my parents experienced. If I were to open up to my family about how I was struggling, I would feel guilty. I grew up in an idyllic coastal California town. I never had to worry about food, shelter, clothes or my safety. My parents did not have that. How could my mental conflicts measure up to what my parents experienced?.."
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