Since joining Yale’s campus, I have had time. I have had time to further my passions on campus that I had energetically carried with me from high school as well as the time to explore new avenues of interest. I have been able to juggle working in a science laboratory, Read more…
Walking out of my first YMHC appointment, a wave of emptiness overtook me. Every person I spoke with regarding my mental health was white, whether at the front desk, during my intake, or my therapist. Growing up, my extended family was very involved in my life — constant interaction with Read more…
The first and only time I went to YMHC, I met with a counselor who had to stop me and ask what the term “POC” meant. The fact that I had to explain my literal identity told me that YHMC was not a space for me. As an Asian American Read more…
Since classes were moved online, I’ve continued holding biweekly sessions with the therapist I was seeing at the start of the semester. This experience has made me question what mental health therapy at Yale should truly entail. During this time, I went through some of the worst depression and anxiety Read more…
The most obvious way COVID has affected me is that my sister and I had it– my sister for over 100 days, and myself for around six weeks– the whole part of the semester that was online. For the most part, it was fine. I still did all my work Read more…
Yale, without a doubt, has more than enough financial resources to alleviate the burdens and stress that countless students experience as a result of having to pay for their education. It is simply unfair that Yale is increasing the financial demands of students who are on financial aid, especially those Read more…
COVID-19 has put a strain on racial and class lines. Queerness has played a role, has forced people to find homes elsewhere. Looking at people living on yachts and with multiple houses around the world, having functioning internet etc., I see that there are those for whom online school is Read more…
It took months of mustering up the courage to ask for help my first year at Yale. After over five weeks of waiting to hear back following my intake appointment, I thought YMHC had forgotten about me. When I called to follow up, I was told that I hadn’t been Read more…
During the first semester of my first year I found myself bogged down in work, in sleeplessness, and loneliness. It wasn’t until I returned home for break that I realized how unhealthy the first semester was for me—how depressed I was. When I felt terrible, I treated it as a Read more…
Upon arriving at Yale I was immediately bombarded with a slew of mental health resources—there’s The Good Life Center, groups like Hack Mental Health, an undergraduate publication about mental health, and seemingly endless events during reading period to help me relax. While I appreciate the breadth of resources available, it’s Read more…