My Asian parents, like many, did not understand my depression or anxiety. Today, talking about how it affected me openly is still treacherous terrain
I can’t recall exactly when we started referring to them as my vitamins. Looking back, it feels as if I woke up one day and my parents had it decreed: they were just to be one in a series of supplements for me to gulp down on my way out the door to school – nothing less, nothing more.
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