The Space Between Stories

An unfolding

I’ve spent countless hours in quiet rooms.
Rooms with soft lighting, a worn armchair, maybe a tissue box that always sits slightly too close.
Rooms where people speak truths they’ve never spoken before.
And I listen. With my whole being.
It’s sacred work-and I never take it for granted.

This blog was born not out of a need to speak for anyone, but from what I’ve learned simply by being there.
And let me be clear: I don’t write about my clients.
Confidentiality is the heartbeat of what I do.
What’s shared with me stays with me-always.

But the work changes you.
When you sit with hundreds of people-each carrying heartbreak, joy, confusion, longing, love…
you start to notice threads.
You start to see how universal our stories really are.

This blog is my way of tracing those threads out loud.
Not in specifics, but in the shapes they form-the quiet ache of loneliness, the gentle courage of forgiveness, the strange beauty of being alive.

Sometimes I write because I want to make sense of something I’ve felt — not just as a therapist, but as a person.

I don’t have a grand plan.
I just have this:
A hope that these reflections might meet you where you are.
That you might read something here and whisper, “Oh. Me too.”

Because underneath all our differences, we are all reaching for the same things-
To be seen.
To be understood.
To feel a little less alone in it all.

So this blog isn’t advice.
It’s an offering.
An unfolding.
A way to say: I’m listening, and I’m learning, too.

Jaimini-Therapist

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