The Toll Silence Takes on Mental Health in Marginalized Communities

Silence is complicity.

I am a Latina immigrant, and that identity emblazons my experience. It is through this lens that I find and suffer the world. I am anointed because I have had parties and opportunities that have helped me understand the world differently, went beyond my worldview and expand it.

For Black beings, their worldview is fraught with instructions and suffers that highlight that their lives do not matter. BUT they do.

I have come to know and passionately understand that the world and the person or persons around me may not share in my worldview- they are often not even to be considered how its own experience differ or have similarities.

Maybe I, together with all beings that do not align with your ideas of worth, are lumped in with whatever stereotypical impressions harboured, or you simply do not care. Should they? Are we not being asked that question right now, do you attend?

The answer may not come easily. But I wonder if we are supposed to start there, in merely inviting ourselves where we fall? Do we care or not? If so, what are you doing to help change your world, your world? If you do not attend, why is that? What has your experience been that you do not value life regardless of color, gender, or anything differently constituted you?

I know we are different, each one us. But there is something that attaches people of color and local communities, the simple fact that we are so often dismissed until we become a threat. What do we threaten – your way of life, a clear path to coming what you crave, a change in the way you see all countries of the world?

Why are we marginalized and NOT earmarked an cosmo where we DO NOT have to defend our mass, our vicinity, its own experience, and our name?

Communities of colouring ought to have taught cruelty through brutality and marginalization. As Blacks, Latinos, Asians, Natives, and so many more labels targeted upon us, we were taught that we should keep quiet, abode things as they are, and with that, give up our enunciate and capability. That notion has been ingrained in many of us- that despite which is something we do , nothing will change.

But it must. Systemic racism is a weight that impacts our mental health every day. The insidiou jabs, the words used to describe us, the overt depictions of our brothers and sisters as villains tire us out. But a brain alteration happens every time when we choose to go out into the world. We choose to keep moving forward despite the ongoing sadness, hollow, feeling, and nervousnes we feel.

We cannot set aside our passions and our mental health issues. Carrying the burden of innocence and racism has far-reaching impacts in our communities of color and we cannot ignore that.

Our mental health and well-being have to be protected, discussed, and addressed in the context of our artistic worldview and experiences. Do not take away our identity “when were” advocate to be heard.

I believe that change can happen, and because of that, I have thought about where my influence lies. I have asked myself where I can create modify that can be lasting, and I have concluded that change happens one person at a time. Share your experience because there are beings out there that are committed to listening and doing more.

Maybe you is not agree, and that is okay. Find your path.

This post courtesy of Mental Health America.

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