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...

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...

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...