A reflection on MannMukti’s year of fighting mental health stigma, through the setting of our first retreat.

A reflection on MannMukti’s year of fighting mental health stigma, through the setting of our first retreat.
A personal reflection on how I relate to Dr. King’s words today
My grandma loved to travel. I called her Ammamma, which literally translates to “Mom Mom” in English (this was fitting… Read more Grandma’s Suitcase
“How are you doing?” people usually ask, whether or not they know I’ve lost family recently. I don’t answer these… Read more Cracks in My Cell
Do you ever have pesky memories? You know the ones I’m talking about. The memories you try to keep in… Read more Pesky Memories
There is an interaction that has become routine in my life. Let me offer a recent example: I was sitting… Read more A Reason for Permanence
When I was in my sophomore year of college, a close friend asked me to describe her in one word.… Read more Nice vs. Kind
As I prepare to move out of my parent’s house for the first time since college, I wanted to take… Read more The Virtues of Being a Mama’s Boy
In September, I learned that my best friend from childhood passed away while in India. Writing about this has helped… Read more An Undelivered Eulogy