Michaela Kozlik
psychotherapy

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...

When I ask you to tell me what hurts, I mean the kind of hurt that lives in the spaces between words. The hurt you've learned to carry so...