I suffer from "Superwoman Syndrome."

Symptoms include:

* Sleep deprivation.

*Irritability.

*Not being able to accept help from others.

*Being emotionally blank.

*Shunning yourself from others, including family and friends.

*Denial

These symptoms are all caused by the belief that I can handle everything, and just push all my emotions on the back burner. My grandmother passing away, the hardships and pressures of being the oldest child of nine, going to college out of state and feeling like no one truly understands me. It's me worrying that one day my brothers won't make it back home. It's me trying to figure out if my career path is worth it. It's me being backed up emotionally and not ever expressing my feelings. It's me trying to be a perfectionist, controlling the things that are falling apart. But lastly, it's me not wanting anyone's pity. Even for me, the facade of "independent black women" is an everlasting one.

Many don't want to admit (or believe) it, but depression can happen to any young women of color, regardless if you believe that you are "fine."

I used to wholeheartedly believe that I could handle everything and anything that came my way. Regardless of how many times I fall down, I brush it off and act as if everything is okay.

Women of color such as myself, have to constantly make lemonade out of the lemons that we are handed. Being institutionally oppressed, having to explain to our kids (one day, maybe) that the world can be a wicked and cruel place, and being criticized for not fitting into the European beauty standards is a never ending battle. We are stared at, talked about, and even get our hair petted, while donning it's natural state but are still disrespected when we decide to wear hair extensions. We always have to the explain why #BlackLivesMatter and when we begin to treat ourselves as a person worthy of love, it begins to causes eye rolls and much controversy. When we state our opinion, it's having the "typical" attitude and being nice can portray a vulnerable, weak, and even gullible. The media portrays us as "lazy, angry, controlling and even 'ghetto.'" So you would understand why this would add stress to anyone, especially for us? The media shoves these portrayals down our throat at every moment.

Are there anymore questions on why black women may feel weighed down?

As a black young women, we are built strong. We deal with adversity all the time. We have endurance built up since the day we are born. But we get sad too. We break too. We lose a sense of direction too. But that's okay because we are human. A table under the heaviest of weights will eventually fall down and break.

You see, depression is real. It is less of a feeling, more of a disease. It can happen to anyone and it feels like dead weight one that you just can't never shake off. It isn't a contagious disease. It's one that grows and almost festers on the mind.

You have to cure it. You must take care of yourself. You must be upfront. You must be unapologetic about it. You have to seek help from a professional because untreated it can only get worse.

If people actually believe that "Superwoman" is happy-go-lucky all the time then news flash; she's faced obstacles too. Not even superwoman is superwomen.