By Naazi Morad There are moments in therapeutic work that leave a permanent imprint, not because of what was said, but because of what was revealed. Addiction, in its...
By Naazi Morad, For decades, she stayed. Through the lies, the disappearances, the broken promises. Through the withdrawals and the relapses. Through the birthdays missed and the bruises hidden....
Some hearts are born generous; they will give their last meal, their last breath, their last bit of strength to someone they love, without thinking twice. These hearts don’t...
By Naazi Morad Everyone called him “The Rock.”Not because he was strong, but because he never cracked.Not once. Not in grief. Not in love. Not even when his mother...
Navigating Memory, Safety & Gentle Healing Some wounds don’t speak in full sentences. Especially the ones shaped in childhood, where the memory fades not because it’s forgotten, but because...
By: Naazi Morad Trauma is like a shadow, silent, sometimes shapeless, always lingering. It doesn’t knock politely. It enters through grief, heartbreak, loss, violence, or moments too painful to...
View Post Sam was three when he began asking questions without words. He didn’t ask, “Where’s Mama?He asked; by wrapping himself tighter cotton blanket. The one she used to...