It would take me some time before I learned that my mother was suffering from depression from the many years of loneliness she felt when she first came to America in 1979. After leaving Vietnam during the chaotic time of the Vietnam War, my parents immigrated to America for a better life. Please note that the word ‘better’ is a rather relative term in this case. For my parents, having to relearn socially accepted norms and values in America posed tremendous challenges in connecting with the right resources for work, life and social support. As a child, I quickly learned how this would have an immense impact on my upbringing in a household with immigrant parents. When my parents left Vietnam, they brought with them many traditional beliefs. They instilled in me these traditional beliefs, yet when I walked out the door, I was exposed to the American way of life. The cultural differences I saw and experienced day to day showed me just how important it was to have a strong social support. I soon saw myself thinking about how my parents behaved when the two cultures clashed and how my siblings and I reacted. These moments contributed to my decision to become a mental health clinician, advocate, educator, and mentor. My personal growth has allowed me to develop a passion for educating the community and helping them with learning new tools to heal and connect.