#VoicesOfHope is a campaign that aims to empower people living with mental health problems and help fight the stigma attached to it.
By providing the mental health illness a face, a story, and a voice, we break the stigma on mental health, help and inspire others who are facing the same challenges, and improve understanding among others.
My name is Megan. I’m 22 years old. I’ve been living with Bipolar 2 disorder for ten years. I was raised by a young and extremely disciplinarian tiger mom, and a colder-than-ice dad in an upper middle class household. I have an elder sister and I’m the youngest. I grew
I was already suicidal before I became mentally unstable. I was nine years old, when I began to develop a fascination for death and suicide. I heard a lot about deaths–from news reports and those of my parents’ friends; exposure to them contributed a lot to this fascination. I thought
To be a nurse is a noble job, but there are not many good opportunities for practicing nurses in the Philippines, and because of this, I had to leave the country, work overseas, and bear being away from my family. My anxiety and depression started when I left for Saudi
I welcomed 2016 with a nervous breakdown. The household was quiet on the third day of 2016, as it should be at four in the morning. My parents found me on my bedroom floor, crying, clutching a pair of shears. I was cutting random locks of my hair which, at
As I write this, there are some apprehensions going through my mind: What would my friends say? Things might get awkward. People might think I am crazy. But then I thought, people’s reactions or opinions do not define who I am. Despite being aware that I am outspoken, I do