Michaela Kozlik
Psychotherapy

Today, we'll sit. And breathing won't be a command. It'll be an invitation. I watch you fold into the chair, shoulders already...

Grieving the childhood I don’t remember is like reaching for shadows that dissolve in my grasp. This grief is not for what was lost, but...

Sometimes I imagine there's a museum somewhere, filled with all the words we never said. Your words are there too – preserved like...