Why I Do What I Do

You Deserve to Know About the Person You’re Trusting With Your Feelings.

I’ve Sat on the Other Side Too – And That’s Where This Story Begins

My journey into psychology didn’t begin in a classroom.
It began at home – watching my mother silently battle depression.

I was just 7 years old when depression entered our happy home.
Not with a warning – but with quietness. With long silences where there used to be laughter.
And a mother who slowly started fading in front of my eyes.

I didn’t understand the word depression.
I just knew she wasn’t the same.

She stopped calling me over to comb my hair or sneak me some chocolates when no one was watching.
She didn’t joke with me when I tried to make her laugh.
Her eyes were open… but she wasn’t really there.

As a child, I didn’t want big answers. I just wanted her –
to hold me, to look at me, to be my mum again.

My elder sister changed too.
She was a carefree soul, who started saying things like “what if something happens?”
She was still young – but suddenly, it felt like she had to be the grown-up.

My dad tried his best.
He went to Office. Cooked. Cleaned. Took care of everything.
But I saw how tired he was – not just in his body, but in his heart.
He missed the way my mum used to tease him, her silly comebacks, the way her laugh made even boring evenings feel special.

We missed her food.
We missed her little scoldings.
We missed her singing while folding clothes.
We missed her infectious laughs.
We missed the way the house felt when she was happy.

And while we were trying to keep life going…
the world outside made it harder.
Some judged. Some avoided.
And no one really asked how we were doing.

I saw how pain changes people – not just the one suffering, but everyone around them. I watched my family carry the weight, trying to stay strong, trying to make sense of something that felt invisible but so heavy. And I saw how even the most distant or roughest people soften when they witness suffering. It brings out a kind of raw empathy – the kind that makes you feel what someone else must be going through, even without words.

That stayed with me.

I became a psychologist not just to help people heal – but to hold space for those who are holding it all together. For the teen who doesn’t know how to express what they’re feeling. For the young adult who’s tired of pretending to be okay. For the parent who’s exhausted from watching someone they love struggle, unsure how to help without breaking themselves.

This space – Find Yourself Again – is for you.

Come as you are. Bring your worries, your fears, your confusion, your anger, even the things you don’t have words for yet.
Your feelings are safe with me.
I don’t just understand what you’re going through – I feel it with you.

And together, we’ll take it one step at a time, gently, patiently… until life starts to feel like yours again.

More Than a Degree. A Story, a Purpose, a Promise.