Dear Reader, 

 

I can think of many metaphors that describe and quantify endlessness. Even so, “grains of sand” and “atoms” will fall slightly short of how I feel about the vastness of therapy. 

 

I find myself standing in front of the tidal wave of humanity, holding but a mere bucket and mop. How do you gather an ocean? How do you know when you know enough?

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I see Mr Miyagi in my peripheral vision, speaking to me in his most endearing broken English: “You don’t, you don’t know. You just allow yourself to be swallowed up by a few good-enough waves. You allow yourself to see common threads of wisdom in different voices. Knowing you can never dry the ocean, you show up each day with your mop and bucket.”

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Wax on, wax off. 

 

I crave a space where knowledge is not merely known. I crave for our generation of therapists to feel knowledge; to be on the very precipice of searching, observing and challenging. 

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The Trade of Therapy is a writers’ space that publishes articles about the many assortments of this profession: therapist experiences, new research, the struggles of understanding humans, and well, the pains of being human. This is community.

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Hello! My name is Alekhya Velidanda. I graduated from TISS Mumbai in 2023. I like to shamelessly test the boundaries of the centuries-long momentum that’s been carved by psychology. Why is this field phenomenal? Where is this field stuck? What is there to say, of the trade of therapy?

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I hope this excites you. 

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This is a space for practitioners and other humans alike. The Trade of Therapy is a publisher that is slow and intentional; it's your digital farmer's market for thoughts, blots and what-nots. It has so much to offer you, and it holds so much for the future. 

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Thank you for being a part of this. We’re going to tread forward with a sustainable slowness.

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With humility, 

Alekhya