Meet Katia

I’m drawn to all kinds of relationships: with friends, family, community, the natural world, and ourselves. Each one has its own rhythm, its own pain, and its own potential.

I hold a deep respect for the uniqueness of each person’s story. For the wounds that have healed, and for the ones that still ache. Therapy, to me, is a space where we meet ourselves more fully. It’s a place to gently hold the grief of what has been lost while making room for what might still grow.

Since I was a little girl, I’ve looked up at the stars. There was something in them that made me feel part of something larger, something mysterious and alive. Years later, I found a letter describing how my grandmother and her cousin, as young girls, would sit on the porch during warm summer nights and do the same. Not long after those nights, they were taken by German forces during the Second World War. My grandmother was 14 years old at the time, and she didn’t return home for four years, spending that time on foreign soil. She rarely spoke about what happened.

The silence around her past was heavy, but it held meaning of its own. Over time, I’ve come to understand how certain stories live on inside us, even when they are never spoken aloud. I believe in the quiet strength that moves through generations. The kind of resilience we might not realise we carry until something in life calls it forward.

I was drawn to Gestalt therapy because it offered something different. Not a promise to make people permanently happy, but an invitation to become more alive. To me, being alive means having space for all of our experience. Not just the pleasant or easy parts, but the grief, the confusion, the longings, the joy. Gestalt therapy helps us come into deeper contact with what is true in the moment, and from there, something shifts.