Therap Stories

Sometimes. Sometimes I feel like I can't breathe easy. I feel like I'm choking on this smoke of hate, violence and all the crap that pollutes our society. Sometimes ther...

I was feeling her and I knew she was feeling me I wanted her and I wanted her bad I wanted to be pressed inside her hearing her say my name through her moans. I wanted h...

When Naminé finds her dead fiancé in their small New York apartment she goes into a deep grieving state. As a gift, her parents buy her a small country house in a desola...

We are the leading community of African women therapists for the African woman who seeks to take care of her mental well being. Our mission is to improve mental wellbein...