By: Naazi Morad Reclaiming space, rewriting love, and healing the wounds we were taught to ignore.There’s a quiet kind of heartbreak that comes when you realize the people closest...
Get well soon: My Naazi Morad Without our health, we are nothing.Whether you’re self-employed, working under a boss, a devoted housewife, or navigating unemployment your ability to show up...
In the quiet corners of my Zen Garden, healing doesn’t always wear a human face. Sometimes, it walks slowly on four clawed feet, or curls up in a sunbeam...
BY: Naazi Morad There are moments in parenting that feel almost invisible: the moment you ask your child to greet an elder and they refuse. The moment they pull...
Have you ever noticed how the loudest voice in the room is often your own mind—and not always your kindest ally? We’re taught to trust our thoughts as truth....
❤️ There’s a quiet urgency simmering beneath the surface of many lives, a craving to be seen, felt, adored. Love, or rather the absence of it, often stands behind...
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...
A Psychological Reflection on Grace, Shame, and Boundaries In the world of therapeutic work, we often speak of “unconditional positive regard.” But outside the therapy room, judgment is currency....
THE PSYCOLOGY OF CHOCOLATE 🤔 Why did dopamine break up with serotonin?Because it felt like the relationship wasn’t rewarding enough! 🧠 Why did the chocolate bar go to therapy?Because...
By Naazi Morad When we talk about men’s health, the conversation often stops at cholesterol levels and gym routines. But there’s a deeper, quieter crisis playing out behind closed...