This story includes themes of childhood
emotional neglect, invisibility, identity collapse, betrayal, infidelity, and trauma.
Please take a deep breath and honor your pace as you read.
I grew up learning to earn love instead of receiving it.
My identity was shaped by invisibility — In childhood, in relationships, and even in marriage.
Helping others heal became the mirror that helped me reclaim myself.
My body became the final doorway back to belonging.
It begins with thriving.
Charming, articulate, admired
just to stay safe.
*A childhood shaped by invisibility — Always performing, never receiving.*
I wasn’t the typical ‘pretty Indian girl. ’ I was darker, stockier, louder, different.
I spent my childhood learning how to earn attention rather than receive love.
Somewhere deep inside, a quiet ache began to form:
“See me. Please, see me.”
When I wasn’t seen, I found ways to create the illusion of being visible
— Through stories, small manipulations, buying cards and gifts for myself, pretending they came from someone who cared. It wasn’t deception; it was survival.
*A home where visibility had a price.*
It wasn’t attention I chased — It was the feeling of being noticed with gentleness.
*Attention became a substitute for love.*
By eighth grade, I failed a year and believed I confirmed my father’s unspoken disappointment.
So I decided I would win visibility through excellence.
*Fantasy became protection.*
By twelth grade, I was topping my class. Teachers knew my name.
The principal praised me. I wasn’t seen for who I was — Only for what I produced.
*The longing was never for people — But for gentleness.*
Relationships repeated the same pattern.
I mistook attention for safety.
I created stories around men who barely knew me.
*Success brought attention, not belonging.*
I didn’t love them; I loved the moments when I felt seen.
It was identity collapse.
*Relationships repeated the same wound.*
Even in marriage, I found myself in the same loop:
Visible when performing, dismissed when I wasn’t.
When my husband’s gaze shifted —
When infidelity and substance abuse replaced connection —
I faced a truth I could no longer run from.
*Infidelity and abandonment shattered the illusion of visibility.*
Helping others became the compass.
Helping others was the only thing that still gave me meaning
Each client who whispered, “I just want someone to see me,” became a mirror.
Through their visibility, I reclaimed mine.
*Each client mirrored her own healing.*
For years, I lived disconnected from my body — Carrying 370 pounds of protection, pain, and stories that weren’t mine.
*The body became the final frontier.*
One day, I decided my body deserved to see me, too.
I started small — A walk, a stretch, a breath
And discovered my potential had been waiting underneath my disbelief all along.
*Movement, breath, and aliveness returned.*
No one ever fought for me — So I became the person who fights for others.
*I fight for the unseen.*
I’m healing collective invisibility.
I see who my clients were before the world taught them to hide — And I stand with them until they can see themselves again.
*Healing invisibility became my calling.*
Five years from now, I see Thrive Beyond Trauma Counseling as
A global symbol of emotional reclamation
— A place where people no longer come to be fixed, but to remember who they are.
It’s created by learning to belong to yourself first.
I help people come home to themselves —
To laugh again, to belong again, and to know that healing doesn’t end at survival.
It begins with thriving.
*Thrive Beyond Trauma Counseling was born from this truth:
healing doesn’t end at survival —
It begins with thriving.*