In the bustling streets of South Asia, amidst the vibrant colours and rich cultural tapestry, there exists a silent epidemic—one that is often whispered about in hushed tones and concealed behind closed doors. Mental health, once considered a taboo topic, continues to be shrouded in stigma and shame, particularly for women growing up in societies like Sri Lanka. As a Sri Lankan woman myself, I understand all too well the weight of this silence and the toll it takes on individuals and communities.

From a young age, I was taught to prioritise the needs of others above my own, and to maintain a façade of strength even when I felt overwhelmed by the challenges of daily life. In Sri Lankan culture, mental health is often viewed as a sign of weakness, something to be brushed under the rug and ignored. But behind closed doors, many of us grapple with anxiety, depression, and other mental health issues, silently suffering in solitude.

I remember the first time I experienced a panic attack—a feeling of suffocating dread that seemed to consume me from within. Terrified and unsure of what was happening, I confided in a close friend, only to be met with dismissive remarks and thinly veiled judgment. “Just relax,” they said, “it’s all in your head.” However, the reality of mental illness is far more complex than mere relaxation techniques can address.

As I grew older, the pressure to conform to societal expectations only intensified. The stigma surrounding mental health cast a shadow over my relationships, my career aspirations, and even my sense of self-worth. Seeking help was seen as a sign of weakness, a betrayal of the unwavering resilience expected of Sri Lankan women. So, I continued to suffer in silence, carrying the weight of my struggles like a burden too heavy to bear.

But as the years passed, I began to realise that silence only perpetuates the cycle of stigma and shame. I found solace in the stories of others who bravely spoke out about their own mental health journeys, shattering the illusion of perfection and inspiring hope in those who felt trapped by their circumstances. Slowly but surely, I began to chip away at the walls of silence that surrounded me, seeking support from trusted friends and family members who offered compassion instead of judgment.

Today, I am proud to say that I am no longer bound by the chains of stigma that once held me captive. I have learned to prioritise my mental health, seeking therapy and support groups to help me navigate life’s challenges with courage and resilience. And while the journey has been far from easy, I am grateful for the lessons I have learned along the way—the importance of self-care, the power of vulnerability, and the beauty of community.

But my story is just one among many in the broader narrative of mental health in South Asia. It’s time for us to come together as a society and break the silence surrounding mental health, challenge outdated attitudes, and embrace a culture of compassion and understanding. By sharing our stories, supporting one another, and advocating for change, we can create a brighter, more inclusive future for generations to come. The time to break the silence is now.