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She said it quietly. "I wonder. I really wonder what it's like to have a supportive family. Parents who say — we are here for you. Or even just — if it doesn't work out, let it go." No anger. No blame. Just a wondering she had carried for a very long time. Around that time she had heard Samay Raina share something his father once told him. "The show exists because of you. You don't exist because of the show." She heard that and felt the absence of it so deeply. What must that

In a recent session, a client sat across from me, visibly frustrated. “I don’t know why I’m overreacting,” she said. We paused for a moment. Then I gently asked,  “What if this isn’t just about now? What memory might be echoing underneath?” That question opened something. As we explored further, she traced the intensity of her reaction back not to the current situation, but to memories of sitting at the dinner table growing up, where feeling misunderstood was common. Her resp

In a recent session, a client said something very quietly. “He deserves someone better than me.” There was no drama in the way she said it. Almost like she was stating a simple fact she had accepted about herself. From the outside, the relationship sounded steady. Her partner was supportive, kind, and often appreciative of her. Yet every time he expressed love, she found herself questioning it. “If he really knew me, he would realise he could do better.” We sat with that thou

I was out shopping with a couple of friends and their children. As children do, they were running around with laughter and energy. Suddenly, an attendant rather curtly asked the parents to keep them “disciplined.” What happened next stayed with me. The mother calmly yet firmly replied,“They’re kids. I can ask them, but I cannot force them. They’re not adults.” In that moment, something shifted within me. It felt as though the child within who had long craved understanding rat

A client sat in the session weighed down by exhaustion.He had ended a relationship, yet the emotional contact continued.Texts. Calls. Invitations to hold space for his ex. He felt responsible. Unable to say no. Unable to rest. His work, sleep, presence — all deteriorating. He described it like this:“I feel at the edge… like I could fall anytime.” We paused the narrative there. He painted a mental image — himself standing at the edge of a cliff, trembling with fear. Then came

A client, regular with his counseling sessions, often walked in with heightened emotions. Week after week, the focus was on emotional regulation and resilience. And all credit goes to him he showed up consistently, even when life began to feel stable again, even when there was no crisis to “fix.” That’s when the real work began. With space finally available for healing, we started exploring deeper layers memories from childhood that had remained tucked away. Using neuro-couns

He was only in his early 20s when he decided to become a sailor. The sea promised adventure, good money, and a respected career. And it...

I was 19, in college, when I walked into the in-house counselor’s room for the first time. It wasn’t planned. It was curiosity. What...

A client once shared, “I used to be the yes machine. Dinner? Yes. Trips? Yes. Even when my wallet was screaming louder than Chandler...

A client once shared how difficult her early married years were. Every small mistake was magnified, and arguments in the house left her...

It was such a small, ordinary moment serving dinner. A bit too much chicken on the plate, a quick correction, and then suddenly, an...

When I moved to Bangalore from Mumbai, I realized something, maybe I had left Mumbai, but Mumbai hadn’t quite left me. If you’ve lived in...

She entered the session with a heavy sigh and a self-deprecating smile. “I know my parents mean well. They tell me I should share more,...

She had been in online therapy for a while, consistent, thoughtful, and engaged. The screen never felt like a barrier. In fact, it gave...

For the longest time, “I’m good, you?” was my auto-reply. Work had picked up, responsibilities multiplied, and life felt like one long...

She began therapy with a heaviness in her tone. “I’m always tired,” she said. “Not physically but mentally. Like my mind never stops. I’m...

She walked into the session carrying a weight heavier than her laptop. A screenplay writer, she had been stuck on the first scene of a...

A colleague once asked me, “How are you so comfortable asking questions? How do you speak your mind so easily?” It took me back to a...

He was one of those clients who gave his all. Every tool we explored journaling, grounding, breathwork he tried them sincerely. “They all...

During an online session, a client opened up about how difficult it had become to make decisions or move forward in her day. Not because...