![]() ![]() But, now that I am older, wiser, and have reaped the benefits of medication and therapy, I know when I’m doing too much. I always ask, “What’s next?” because I am a life-long learner and want to explore and grow until the end. I set goals and want to achieve them, and when I was young, learning something new or achieving something felt great and left me asking, “What’s next?” My parents were always supportive and proud but never once suggested I try harder or do more. Today, I want to talk about expectations, mental health, and young people. ![]() ![]() I have openly discussed my depression before and my concerns about how the disease is underdiagnosed and undertreated in minority communities and young adult fiction. Every step I took personally, professionally, academically led me to Boston, and then I hit a wall. I saw everything in the world as a possible newspaper article. Depression, I would learn, runs in my family, and my experience in Boston was the trigger. I started to experience every symptom of depression, but I pushed on without seeking medical attention for almost two years because I thought I could fix it. I stuck it out for as long as I could because I was grateful to be at The Boston Globe and figured I could fix this. The job wasn’t working out, and the editors wouldn’t move me into a new position. ![]()
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