Why healing must make room for medicine, meaning, and the whole person. I grew up in Sarajevo. There is a place in that city known as where East meets West. Stand facing one direction and you see Ottoman influence. Turn the other way and it becomes Austro-Hungarian. The change is visibly immediate. I knew of…
The air is different now. Clearer. Like there was a storm before, or fog — and the world finally settled enough for me to breathe again. Everyone is asleep. The house is quiet. And for the first time all day, I can hear myself. Not the version of me responding to people. Not the version…
I’m back… and married! 🙂 This piece is a reflection written in the weeks after my wedding – a time that brought deep joy, but also unexpected layers of healing.It’s about what happens when you finally reach the life you’ve been fighting for, and your body doesn’t yet know how to rest inside it. A…
