đź’ The Sacred Territory of Bodily Autonomy Sometimes the deepest wounds wear the simplest masks. The woman sitting across from me was beautiful by any conventional standard, but her eyes held the fractured light of someone whose identity had been […]
In the Therapy Room - Melanie Doss
In the Therapy Room: When Love Feels Like Hunger
Tabitha came to me the way many of us arrive at uncomfortable truths—sideways, circling the thing we know but don’t want to name. She was 33, sitting in that chair with the kind of exhausted awareness that only comes from […]