The Silence of a Forgotten Childhood
The Urban Mom I have almost no memories of my childhood.Only fragments live inside me: a corner of…
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How a Childhood Survival Mechanism Became My Cage and My Liberation
“You’re overreacting” was the chorus of my childhood.Whenever I complained about something or boasted about…
Read moreWhen Survival Masquerades as Joy
For a long time, I used to say I had a happy childhood. And I…
Read moreThe Ketchup Lesson: Offering Without the Need for Validation
I spent hours in the kitchen, trying to impress my guests.I made a Thai dish…
Read moreHealing the Fear of Being Seen
For some time now I’ve been practicing Gabor Maté’s method of working with people, Compassionate…
Read moreWhat If True Intimacy Has Nothing to Do With Perfection?
For a long time, I believed intimacy meant only skin on skin, burning gazes, an…
Read moreOnce upon a time…
There once was a little girl born between silences and screams.One was her mother’s, who…
Read moreLabubu – When “Adorable” Masks the Grotesque
When adorable meets grotesque: Labubu, the cute monster, has taken the internet by storm. But…
Read moreWhere Healing Begins: A Game of Dinosaurs and Bunnies
I am a mother. A kindergarten teacher. A woman learning to come back home to…
Read moreThe Fear You Can’t See: How My Son Taught Me the Courage of Saying No
— Mom, what’s your biggest fear?My ten-year-old son’s voice cut through the quiet air of…
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