Why Racism is a White Problem to be Fixed by White People As a Middle Eastern therapist who is white-passing and committed to serving BIPOC and LGBTQIA+ communities, I have a small fraction of experience with marginalization based on my ethnic identity. While my experience differs significantly from that of my Black, Indigenous, and other clients of color, I believe it's crucial to address the systemic issues that impact all our mental health—even when it means having uncomfortable conversations about race and privilege. The statistics are stark : BIPOC individuals are 20% more likely to experience serious mental health problems, yet they access mental health services at significantly lower rates than white Americans. According to the American Psychological Association, this disparity isn't about individual choices—it's about systemic barriers that were intentionally created and continue to be maintained by white-dominated institutions. It's time we name this real...
Remembering My Name: Reclaiming Lebanese Roots Through Folklore, Faith, and Fire There’s a kind of ache that comes from forgetting things you never knew you were supposed to remember. A pull in the blood. A whisper in the bones. My name is Kevin. I was born a Peterson—but that wasn’t our name before America. My family names were Saab and Bahudub , once proudly carried through the mountains of Lebanon. When they arrived on American soil, those names became Raymond , and just like that, a thousand years of memory got folded into silence. I was raised Roman Catholic. My family was Maronite Catholic before that. I knew the prayers, the sacraments, the incense and holy water. But I didn’t know the stories of our people. I didn’t know our ancestral dialects, our folklore, or the way we used to touch the sacred before colonial borders were drawn and religion became a box. I Went Back to Find Myself I didn’t go looking for Islam out of religious interest. I went searching for Leb...