By Esha Kode
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Almost a year ago, I had asked my dad if I could see a therapist. He was skeptical at first and tried to question me as to why I asked for such a thing, as any concerned parent would ask. After a thirty-minute straightforward conversation about my need for a therapist, he agreed.
I knew many of the patients here were battling some mental illness, and most were suicidal; however, I did not truly understand the extent of what these individuals were going through until after witnessing this event.
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