My parents immigrated to the US in the 1970s, during the Brain Drain to the West. Due to tight finances, we saw “doctors” only when necessary, but we were most often treated with folk remedies my mother and aunts brought with them. It was only as I became much older, that I realized, that these remedies were not “bad” because they did not come from a doctor. Instead of that, these folk remedies were part of a rich heritage of non-Western healing, which was in many ways equal to but not the same as allopathic medicine.
The traumas and hardships my parents’ generation faced growing up and then during their immigration framed many of my beliefs about life as a young child. As I grew older, I knew I wanted to be in medicine, but had poor self-esteem and moderate anxiety. My path to becoming a physician took a bit longer and more followed a more winding path than many of my colleagues, however, it was time well spent. I learned to be more open-minded, willing to explore, AND less anxious (using mind-body techniques).
Within the first month of medical school, I had decided I wanted to be a psychiatrist. Having witnessed the impact of trauma on quality of life for my parent’s generation, and then grappling with anxiety myself, I understood that mental health isn’t “all in your head” and can have very real effects on quality of life. Also, the benefit of having life experience prior to heading to medical school, I knew that mental health concerns, while stigmatized, were widespread. I wanted to be part of the solution to destigmatize and treat individuals with mental health concerns to improve their lives.