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Majority of my writings can be found at: www.suma-kaur.deviantart.com

Samples of my works can be found on this thread

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Something i wrote back in high school. I have posted parts of the writing piece just for protection of my work

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Culture Clash

Growing up with Indian parents can be very challenging. The American culture is very different than the Indian culture and it is very hard for the parents to adjust.My parents came to America in 1976. They moved because they wanted better opportunities and they thought moving here would provide them. They moved to Skokie in 1980.

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Depression is an illness that affects many people. It is something that should be treated once it has been noticed. My parents thought it was just a phase but I,unfortunately, got worse. At the time the depression became worse, my parents had to seek professional help. My parents did not understand the concept of therapy but now they are happy that I got help and that I'm on my way to recovery.

Even though there is a huge clash between American and Indian culture it is worth listening to professionals. Hopefully, when there is a good professional to work with, they will explain the American culture and be patient. It is so important to listen because the child may be trying to say things to get help. Sometimes parents must do things that they are hesitant to do but it all comes down to wanting the child to be mentally healthy.

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This is not only with Indian parents but for for every culture. It's important that parents support the child. By supporting the child, parents are doing the best thing they can do and it is one way to help the child. I learned that not all parents will support the child but that the child himself can get support from other people. My message to other teens dealing with similar issues is to not ever give up hope because there is always one person who cares and that person is you.

I am a survivor who survived a lot of difficulties. I care about other teenagers and that is why I started writing to help other kids who suffer from depression. I have gone through many things and I understand how painful depression can be. Some things that helped me recover from my depression are doing things that I enjoy like playing my flute, writing stories, focusing on my future, drawing, and doing meditation. Playing my flute and writing stories helps me to express how I feel. Focusing on my future helps me to realize that I can get better and that I can change myself and live my own life. Lastly, doing meditation really helps me gain inner peace.

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I was in therapy ever since I was 11 years old and it took me 6 long years to find my light. It was a long and rough road but I am a survivor and I will always be one. Thanks to all my therapists and psychiatrists, past and present, that helped me grow into a caring young women.

There is always a rainbow
There is always s hope
There is always someone to throw you a rope
I will always remember the love you showed me
Even when times got rough
I will make it through and get stronger each and every day
There is always a way to pull yourself up and push forward
Because there is always more ahead of you

On the golden prairie sits a young girl
Lost among the tall grasses.
Like a new born faun
Quietly waiting for its mother’s return
She waits and waits
Hoping to be found

She watches the beautiful summer sky turn inky dark,
Forming the blackness of the night
She listens, quiet as a mouse,
Hoping for the sound of anything or anyone,
Coming to rescue her
She hears something – the rustling of leaves
It is just a lonely prairie dog scrambling past her
She is lost
Waiting,
Waiting to be found

She is like a mouse, hiding in the bush
To scared to move and to scared to cry out
The wind begins to sneak up behind her,
Lifting her skirt and playing her hair
She waits and waits
Hoping to be found.

A tear slowly creeps down her cheek,
A soft sigh escapes her lips
The trees begin to whisper,
Don’t be scared be brave.
The leaves dance around her
Covering her like a blanket
She is lost
Waiting
Waiting to be found.