Anahita Anais

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I was single for over a decade when I met him.
The first time, I disengaged. He felt too surface level. I had a vision of partnership and he didn’t match it. So I closed.
That was the pattern operating exactly as designed.
A year later, one thing changed. The vision stayed. What changed was how I was holding it. I stopped assessing every connection against a list and started asking: can I receive love here, in whatever form it’s arriving?
He came back. He was non-monogamous. When he asked me to be his primary, I told him clearly: I can’t. I know what I need. I’m not abandoning that.
I didn’t ask him to change. I didn’t judge him. I just held what I knew.
That space, of me not collapsing and not forcing, is where he confronted his own patterns. He committed fully. Three years later, still deeply in love.
This is a capacity. And it can be built.
I’m Anahita Anais — over a decade of working with nervous system and relational patterns.
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Sam Harris put words to something many of us Iranians feel but rarely see acknowledged:

“The tragedy of this moment is that the right war is being waged by the wrong people, for the wrong reasons.”

Reducing our heartbreak and cautious hope to a partisan talking point is misguided, and frankly cruel.

For many outside Iran, this conflict is just another opportunity to blame the other side, argue ideology, or signal moral purity.
For us, it is a daily lived reality.

We wake up worried about loved ones we cannot reach.
We watch our country being torn apart by a war that this regime helped bring upon itself.
We read the constant reports of state-sanctioned torture, executions, repression, and mass gang r**e that have defined life under this system for decades.

We know there are no clean actors in this conflict.
No side is purely rational, and no outcome comes without cost.

And yet, many of us still sit here every day, glued to our phones, hoping that this enormous risk might somehow lead to liberation from within.

Because the alternative is not peace.
The alternative is more prisons, more hangings, more torture, more mass gang r**e, more fear, more silence.

This is not theory for us.
This is our families.
This is our country.
This is our nervous system, every single day.

Today is Nowruz, the Persian New Year.🌸

Nowruz means new day. It marks the spring equinox: the moment when light begins to return, no matter how long or how dark the winter has been. For thousands of years, this day has symbolized renewal, the turning of cycles, and the certainty that life begins again.

This year, it feels especially significant.

With everything unfolding in Iran, the idea of a new beginning carries both hope and heaviness at the same time. There is so much uncertainty, so much pain, so much that no one can control. And still, the calendar turns. The season shifts. A new year begins whether we feel ready for it or not.

In the Persian calendar, this is the year 1405 — numerologically a 10, a 1. The completion of a cycle and the beginning of another. An ending and a beginning arrive at the same time. It feels fitting, even if we don’t yet know what this new cycle will bring.

Nowruz marks the new day, whether life feels ready for it or not.
The light returns, the season changes, and another cycle begins, even when the world still feels uncertain.

Every year, we clean the house, set the table, and welcome the new year the same way generations before us did.
The ritual itself is a reminder that winter passes, that cycles turn, and that renewal comes even when life still feels uncertain.

This year, more than ever, that feels like hope.

Nowruz mobarak to everyone celebrating today, especially those holding both heaviness and hope at the same time. 💚✨🌱🐦‍🔥