Trauma

I was a little girl, perhaps six or seven, and I remember that longing in my heart for a rabbit. I begged my mother relentlessly, dreams of fluffy ears and tiny paws into the fabric of our everyday lives.  She loathed rabbits too independently. She often insisted that being responsible for another living being was … Read more

As you grow up, the memories of your childhood shape who you become, often in ways you might not even realize. While we frequently hear about resilience as a badge of honor. From trusted guidance counsellors who knew the troubles I was facing at home, I would navigate through my troubles—each session peeling back layers of … Read more