For children of immigrants.
For the translator, the bridge, the one who absorbed the cost of someone else's brave choice. For the kid who learned to read the room before they could read the language.
You don't have to choose between honoring your parents and naming what was hard. Both are true. Both belong here.
This is therapy that understands parentification, the language of sacrifice, the specific loneliness of being the first in your family to do this kind of work, and the particular grief of loving people who can't quite see you.
Hira holds what you were given and what you weren't, in the same room, with the same care.
The work also extends across generations: parenting children who are growing up differently than you did, supporting kids and teens through identity and belonging, and navigating the developmental and cultural questions that arise in immigrant families. Whether you are the bridge, the parent, or the child still figuring out where you fit, there is room for you here.
The therapy room should feel like the safest place in your week.
Tell Hira what you're looking for — race, religion, modality, personality, language, identity. The more specific, the better. Hira will hand-pick a therapist who fits, and if it isn't right, she will keep looking until it is.