By Naazi Morad By: A Mother Who Stayed, Even When Unseen There’s a particular ache that parents carry, one that does not stem from conflict or rebellion, but from...
By A Mother Who Remembers What You Forget By: Naazi Morad Ask me how I fed you when the cupboards were bare. Ask me what my hands looked like...
Who Do I Have? Finding Sanctuary in the Sacred In therapy, we often speak of attachment, of the emotional threads that bind us to safety, identity, and belonging. For...
Because even in our sleep, we are tired. Some nights, sleep feels like a performance. The body goes limp, the lights go dim but inside, the theater never closes....
There are companions, and then there are co-regulators of the soul. Dua, my beloved cat, is the latter. She is not just a pet, she is an intuitive therapeutic...