Back when I was just a young child, I vividly remember a time when my mother, unfortunately, found herself bedridden, claiming to be unwell. Eventually, my stepfather brought her to the hospital, where she stayed for more than a month. I really appreciated how her hospital gave her the opportunity to engage in arts and crafts on a regular basis. It was even more heartwarming to see how she continued to pursue her passion for arts and crafts when she came back home.

I remember mentioning to her my desire to spend the entire day at the hospital, engrossed in drawing. She sat me down and shared her heartfelt wish that I would never have to experience the same illness she did. However, she reassured me that if I ever did fall ill, it was perfectly acceptable to seek assistance in order to recover, even if it meant temporarily seeking help from outside sources.

At the age of 13, I discovered that the hospital she had been admitted to was a mental health facility. It was then that I realized I lacked the motivation to get out of bed. Thanks to her, I’ve always felt comfortable seeking treatment when things get tough or just to keep a healthy mindset.