I Can Do It Myself
A few years ago, I fractured my leg just before Diwali. Diwali is my favourite festival. I love cleaning the house, decorating it, getting everything…
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I write about what actually happens in healing: the mother wound, the patterns we inherit, why love is sometimes not enough, and the parts of this process nobody puts on a brochure.
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A few years ago, I fractured my leg just before Diwali. Diwali is my favourite festival. I love cleaning the house, decorating it, getting everything…
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One of the strangest things healing has done to me… …is that it hasn’t changed my past. It has changed what my past means.
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Some nights, after the kids fall asleep… I just sit quietly beside them and look at their faces for a little longer. The house finally becomes…
There are some betrayals that don’t just hurt you. They make you question whether you ever truly knew the person at all. And I don’t mean…
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Recently, someone who has seen my life very closely asked me— “Sneha, do you regret making certain choices?” And for a moment… I just went quiet…
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There’s a phase I’m seeing more often now. A woman who has spent years tending to everyone else’s life. Meals. Schedules. Emotions. Silences. The…
I didn’t expect this shift to change me as a mother. But it did. Life in Indore has its own rhythm now. Mornings begin early. By 8, they’re out the…
There’s a reason I went quiet. Not because I had nothing to say, but because life was asking me to listen… a little more than speak. March changed…
She checks her phone. No text. Heart flutters, collapses. Coffee mug shakes in her hands. He scrolls elsewhere. Doesn’t see. Or maybe he does. Maybe…
It never starts with porn. It starts with a moment so small you could miss it if you weren’t the one hurting. A laptop closed too quickly. A screen…
It never begins with the big betrayal. Not with hidden EMIs. Not with secret accounts. Not with lies. It begins smaller. So small you can’t even call…
There are moments in healing that feel like being caught without armour— when you realise the thing you’ve been avoiding isn’t judgment itself, but…
There’s a moment in healing that most people don’t admit out loud— the moment you realise you weren’t loved… you were needed. And you kept calling it…
A woman sat across from me recently. Not a client you’d recognise. Not a story unique enough to identify. Just someone carrying the kind of hurt too…
For years, I told myself my children drained me. Their needs. Their noise. Their questions. Their constant closeness. I thought they were the reason…
I see it more often than anyone would imagine. Not the fights. Not the betrayals. Not the dramatic stories people think destroy relationships. It’s…
I see it all the time. Before they speak. Before they explain. The small shift in their body that says more than their words ever will. Because most…
When I think of Holi, my mind still runs back to childhood before I even realize it’s gone there. Those mornings were chaos in the best way. My…
Some time back, a friend called me. She told me she admired my courage. That walking out of my marriage made me an inspiration — to her, to many…
A few years ago, two people died in the same week. Not even a week—just days apart. One was my father’s friend. The next morning, the newspaper…
There was a long stretch of my life where I didn’t know how to rest. Not really. If I sat still, I felt guilty. If I stopped working, I felt lost. If…
There’s a kind of longing that people carry quietly. The kind that doesn’t break you — it just drains the color out of your days. You wake up…
A client once looked at me with that particular kind of desperation only a mother knows. She said, “Sneha, I want to heal my children. I want to…
Children always know. Long before we admit anything to ourselves. I spent sixteen years telling myself I was staying for the children. That they…
This morning, I forgot my phone at home while taking the kids to the bus stop. Five minutes of waiting. Normally nothing. But without my phone, those…
We all seek love. If we’re honest, one of our deepest fears is being left alone. To love someone deeply — to notice the little things, to show up…
My pre-teen son muttered “fine” and rolled his eyes. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just enough to make me pause. That tiny gesture carried the weight of…
These days, I’ve been noticing something in me. Something small. And disturbing. Jealousy. Not the loud kind, not the obvious kind. The quiet…
She called me after years. We spoke about ordinary things first. Work. Kids. Life. Then her voice softened, like she was asking permission to say…
I met her after years. She sipped her tea, hands wrapped around the mug like it could hold her together, and said, “I’m giving myself time till…
My father believes in karma. Prārabdha. When he sees me struggling, he says it like a balm: “This will free you.” My father doesn’t say it like a…
He came to me asking me to save his marriage. He spoke for 50 minutes straight. Confidently. Almost proudly. “I’ve done everything right,” he said…
Something quiet is happening in marriages. Not fights. Not affairs. Not dramatic exits. Just… less touch. Less sex. Less leaning in. Less reaching…
There’s something we rarely talk about. The cost of waiting. Not the money. Not the schedule. Not the inconvenience. The real cost is time that…
Recently, I worked with a woman who has never had a happy relationship. Not once. Not even for a short while. Every relationship ended the same way…
Every month, her body went through the same ritual. Hope. Waiting. A small inner prayer she didn’t say out loud. And then — blood. Each cycle brought…
There was a time in my life when I was tired of being tired. So tired that even wanting comfort felt embarrassing. Like I was asking for too much. I…
She didn’t come for herself. She came because of her child. “I’ve read all the books,” she said. “I’m patient. I’m present. I do the work. And still…
I raised my voice. And froze the moment it left me. Not anger. Not impatience. Just that sinking recognition. The old weight in my chest. The shadow…
There is a moment when the account gets credited. A notification. A number. A fleeting smile. A quiet, okay… we’re fine. And then it fades. Because…
For a long time, I told myself I was choosing depth. I wasn’t chasing quick wins. I wasn’t seduced by shortcuts. I was “doing the work.” Learning…
There’s a gap most education systems never talk about. You see it everywhere. Engineers with degrees and no work. Doctors who know medicine but can’t…
Infidelity doesn’t begin in the bed. It begins much earlier. In silence. In unmet longing. In the places we stopped turning toward each other. In my…
Most trauma trainings fail quietly. They look good on paper. They promise depth. They use big words. But this is what many of them actually offer: ✨…
He said it quietly. Almost embarrassed. “I don’t understand. Every time I save a little… something happens. I spend it. And I’m back at zero.” He…
I didn’t create this work by collecting techniques from books or trainings. I created it by sitting with bodies — again and again — and noticing what…
We met on her day off. A senior school teacher. Decades in the classroom. Sharp. Efficient. Put together. We were chatting casually when she…
You don’t start this work because you’re inexperienced. You start it because you’ve gone far enough to feel the edge. You’ve trained. You’ve sat with…
I picked up my phone for a quick check—just a text, an email. But then, a reel. Then another. A dog trying to fit in a tiny box. A stranger making…
She had a perfect childhood. Toys. Love. Laughter. Yet… she could never really enjoy money. When she came to me, she didn’t understand why. And the…
I didn’t leave my marriage in one day. I left in increments so small I didn’t recognise them as leaving. I stayed through many almosts. Many maybe…
She came to me after years of doing sincere healing work. Inner child therapy. Family systems. Ancestral work. Nervous system practices. And to be…
Parenting has a way of showing you the parts of yourself you thought were healed. And then… they rise. When my son talks back. When he wastes his…
By the time she arrived, her mother’s womb was already tired. It had loved before. Cared before. Stayed awake through long nights of giving. So when…
I wasn’t hungry. Not really. But there I was again— standing in the kitchen, letting bhujia spill into my palm like it could hold the parts of me I…
They had done everything right. Fertility tests. Diets. Prayers. Month after month… the same heartbreak. Another negative. Each test whispered a…
When work-from-home became the norm, I thought I had cracked some secret code. I was a professor, a mother, a woman who could hold the world together…
The child who wasn’t planned… yet always felt it. He wasn’t unwanted. But he arrived too soon. Too fast. Between jobs, between dreams, between two…
It usually starts without intention. A few minutes between tasks. A screen already open. My thumb moving before I’ve really decided to move it. I’m…
For as long as I can remember, my deepest fears were the same: Everyone will leave me. I’ll end up alone. I’ll be forgotten. No matter how bright…
We didn’t grow apart. We ran out of safety. There was a time when silence between us felt normal. Not peaceful. Just familiar. Arguments were never…
She had already done so much. Inner child healing. Ancestral patterns. Real breakthroughs. Her life was changing. She was healing. And yet… something…
I’ve spent years making promises I couldn’t keep. Big ones. Heavy ones. “Lose weight.” “Read more.” “Exercise every day.” “Be the version of me…
If I close my eyes, I can still feel the first month of the year — Puri’s wind on my face, the sand sticking to my feet, the quiet assurance in…
The biggest fight in my life doesn’t happen with other people. It happens inside me. It usually sounds like two voices. One is sharp. Certain…
The first time someone told me I was beautiful, I laughed. Not because it was funny. Because I didn’t know how to receive it. When someone said I was…
I don’t remember the first time I learned I wasn’t enough. Not because it didn’t happen. But because it happened in tiny, quiet ways. So quiet that I…
I need to say this out loud. There are days I don’t like the mother I become with my child. Not because I don’t love him. But because I’m tired. And…
I didn’t understand it at the time— that moment in middle school when the director of the school who was also a family friend leaned in and said…
Some truths take years to say out loud — like how a parent can love you deeply and still leave marks you spend half your life trying to understand. I…
Some endings don’t break us. They quietly show us how tightly we were holding on. I’ve lost people who weren’t lovers— friends, soul-connections…
Someone once wrote to me saying, “Sneha, maybe it’s just my karma to suffer. Maybe I’m meant to endure.” I felt that line in my bones — because there…
There’s a kind of love many of us grow up with. A love that looks loyal on the outside… but feels heavy on the inside. A love that says: “Stay quiet…
Sometimes I look at my own life and quietly ask myself: If I know expectations hurt… why do I still expect? Why do I still wait for love from the…
Sometimes, people make you the villain. Not because you are. Because it’s easier than facing their own choices. Because it’s easier than looking at…
For most of my life, my birthday was a quiet day. Not a celebration. A date I learned to pass through gently, without expectation. There were years…
I was born into a middle-class family that measured wealth in values, not valuables. Where “ethics” wasn’t a chapter… it was the air. Where…
The other day, I was sitting at a restaurant when I noticed a couple at the next table. Not arguing. Not laughing. Just… sitting beside each other…
I have hurt my children. Not with neglect. With fear. One evening, too much noise, too many demands, one question asked again— and my voice rose…
Not everyone who hurts you is trying to. Some fight battles you can’t see. Battles they may not even know exist. And yet… love cannot grow when…
I used to think the world was against me. Some six, seven years ago, I was in deep shit. Days blurred into each other. Crying. Staring at the…
Kashmir was always a dream in my head. A place I imagined visiting with a partner. Hands intertwined. Shikara swaying gently. Mountains watching…
The truth about growth is cruel sometimes. You will lose more people than ever before. After my last post, an old friend messaged me. Shock…
Co-parenting is brutal. You walk a tightrope. Between someone who resents you more than they love the children… and children who see the cracks you…
My older one came home after being bullied… and then he ended up bullying someone else. And in that moment, when I saw his little face twisted with…
I didn’t disappear from social media because I was resting. I disappeared because I was grieving a death no one else could see. My divorce didn’t…
I used to believe love was enough. That if two people loved each other, somehow — it would all work out. The fights would soften.
Let’s talk about jealousy. That tightness in your chest when you see someone having what you secretly long for. That bitter ache when someone you know…
You know what really hurts in relationships? When one person keeps asking — “Can we talk?” And the other keeps running.
In my work — and in my own life — I’ve seen how much love lives inside each of us. Not the surface-level affection.
I didn’t realise for years that the harshest voice I heard was my own. The one that told me I should’ve done better.
No decision is ever free. Even when you say “I’ll think about it later”, you’re paying for it. With your time. Your focus.
I used to think suffering was unfair. Like life singled me out for pain while everyone else moved on untouched. I remember days when I’d sit in my room…
I used to think that my overthinking was my biggest flaw. Endless nights spent replaying conversations, imagining worst-case scenarios, analyzing every…
For the longest time, I believed fear was what kept me from making decisions. Leaving situations that hurt. Choosing myself.
I want to tell you a truth I’ve been ashamed to say out loud for a long time. I have hurt my children. Not in the ways you might think.
Since you are home anyway, can you just cook lunch today? A look at how the language of balance quietly hands one person all of the work.
Growing up, Holi wasn’t just a festival. It was a feeling. It was my dad twirling to old Bollywood songs, his laughter rising above the music.
My Dearest Sneha, I see you. I see you sitting quietly in the corner, your small fingers tracing patterns on the floor, trying to disappear.
I send these out by email through Substack. Cohort dates for the trainings go to that list first.
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Write to me and tell me which part landed. That sentence is often the most useful starting point we could have.