For much of my early life, I felt invisible.
I was the fat child who got bullied at school, silenced by shame, and controlled by fear. I grew up
with a strict parent who punished even the smallest mistakes. Kindness was rare. Affection was
conditional. Outside of my father and grandmother, I had no emotional safe space.
There was also sexual abuse, isolation, and an internal ache I couldn't explain. Even as a child, I
was asking:
"What happened to me?" "Why am I different?" "Why don't I belong?"
How Trauma Shaped My Identity
My survival strategy was silence and self-erasure. I turned to books and plants- they didn't judge,
abandon, or harm. I learned to perform perfection, to avoid punishment, and to suppress my voice.
I know now that this is what trauma does: It teaches you to abandon yourself before others can.
It took years of therapy, body-based healing, and trauma training to begin feeling like I had a self. It
wasn't linear. It wasn't pretty. But it was real
Why I Became a Therapist
I didn't choose therapy as a profession-I answered a calling. I needed to make sense of my story,
and through that process, I learned how to help others make sense of theirs.
As a trauma-informed therapist in India, I work from a place of authenticity, presence, and technical
depth. I don't offer quick fixes. I offer safe space. I sit with pain, grief, and shame-not to pathologize
it, but to witness it with compassion and precision
