I help Indian-origin women execs and CEOs who go all out for people at work & family, assert their own needs | 100's of clients, results in 6 weeks.

Anyone who meets you would be so impressed with your life,

You ‘pulled yourself up by your bootstraps’, are accomplished at your job, moved away from home & built a full set of friends-like-family. 

You take care of yourself too: journaling, meditation, personal growth, yoga  — this is your love language.

You’ve likely read more self-help books than anyone you know, including your therapist (who probably doesn't fully understand the intricacies of the high-achiever part of you and what motivates that drive).


But there’s a problem:

Your attempts at healing are making VERY little progress.

❌Headspace subscription - stops working the minute you return to real life 

❌Your insurance-covered therapist - TikTok’s already told you everything they say

❌The newest psych book on your Kindle - still hasn’t prevented burnout 

It doesn't make sense… 

You’ve done SO many things to feel like you belong — or feel less like a square peg in a round hole.

And yet you still wonder if you are enough.

It’s like spiraling thoughts, hypervigilance, and always planning ahead is just who you are.

If this resonates, please know you’re not alone.

The number ONE mistake I see tech founders/execs make is assuming their healing journey happens by ‘fixing’ their mind or by powering through.

They’re using bandaids on the problem instead of getting to the root of the pattern. 

Instead, what they need to TRULY heal is to: 

✨ Regulate their nervous system ✨

See - doing this means you no longer have an overreliance on your Sympathetic & Dorsal parts of your nervous system…

And your entire world shifts.

You’re grounded, at peace, and fulfilled.

(No more feeling anxious, constantly in fight/flight/freeze/fawn, unable to trust anyone, self-sabotaging, & feeling empty after parking your new Tesla in the garage).

Here’s just a few of the quantum shifts experienced by women I worked with:

❤️‍🔥“To put it simply, meeting Sangheeetha transformed my life enormously. She enabled me to see past blindspots that I didn't even know of in my thought processes”

❤️‍🔥“I used to get overwhelmed about every other thing & lose myself... but not anymore. Now I am able to regulate and be calm & at peace with myself”

❤️‍🔥“If you are a woman like me who feels alone, confused, and doesn't understand what the issue is despite everything in your life seemingly perfect, then go to Sangheetha!”

Are you tired of getting nowhere and feel ready to make a REAL change?

Then let’s connect.

Send me a DM or book a time in my calendar here: https://www.sangparth.com/complimentary

Sangheetha Parthasarathy

There’s a window nobody talks about.

It’s after your parents get old enough to scare you. And before they’re bedridden and you become their full-time carer.

This is that window, for us.

Dad is 83. Mom is 72. In-laws similarly aged. All four, by divine grace, still independently living.

 Still able-bodied for their age. Nobody needs to be fed or bathed or lifted.

Not yet.

We moved back to India years ago.

I won’t pretend it’s easy. There’s career costs. Social costs. 

The daily friction of being around people who don’t think like you, won’t change for you, and have no intention of becoming the parents you wished they’d been.

We see their childhood wounds. And ours.

Some of the unpalatable stuff softened with age. The others? Nope.

Stephen Jenkinson says something that rewired how we see this:

You don’t have to be perfect to be an elder. In fact, it’s the opposite.

He calls elderhood “the institutionalization of the failure to succeed.” 

What you submit to in an elder isn’t their wisdom or their perfection. 

It’s their frailty. 

Their having been undone, over and over, until they can’t pretend anymore.


So we’re not waiting for them to become who we wished they’d been. 

We’re here with who they are.

When you move countries by yourself, your parents exist in a time warp. 

Frozen at whatever age they were when you left. 

And you live in a peer bubble. People your age, your stage, your ambitions.

You’re not around aging. 

When we moved back, we stepped into the stream.

Death is just around. Not dramatic. Not a crisis. Just present. Not just our parents. 

Friends’ parents. Uncles. Aunts. Neighbors.


Limits. Endings. Frailty. 

The human body doing what it does.

An antidote to something we didn’t even know was running in the background. 

The delusion that we’re the center of anything. 

That our careers and goals and busy important lives are the main event.

We didn’t have this antidote while we were miles away. 

We needed it more than we knew.

Salai Sangheetha Parthasarathy

I help high-achieving South Asian women heal from emotionally unpredictable households - so our children inherit regulation, not dysregulation

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You're cooking dinner.Your kid walks in: "Mom, who are you talking to?"
You weren't talking. 
You were rehearsing.

 The argument you had three days ago. 
The one you might have tomorrow. 
The conversation where you finally say the thing.

You've been mouthing words for ten whole minutes. 
You didn't notice.

Or you're driving. And suddenly you're five exits past where you meant to turn. Because you were somewhere else. 
Replaying. Preparing. Bracing.

The threat passed. 
Maybe years ago.

But your body is still in the meeting. 
Still in the labor room. 
Still in the conversation. 
Still in the house you grew up in.

One woman came to me because she wanted another child. 
But her body wouldn't let her.

The first birth had been traumatic. 
Nothing went to plan. 
She survived it. 
Her baby was healthy. 
Everyone said she should be grateful.

But her nervous system filed it as: never again.

She said: "I'm okay if this is our family size for the right reasons. But it's not. We want to expand. And my fear is stopping me."

She couldn't drive on freeways. 
Couldn't fly without panic. 
Couldn't imagine going through birth again.

Eight weeks later, she was driving. Flying. 
And pregnant with her second.

Not because she "got over it."

Because her body finally got to complete what it couldn't finish the first time.

The loop isn't PPD.

It's birth trauma. 
Motor responses your body couldn't complete.

One is emotional. 
The other is physiological.

 In the body. Time doesn't fix it.

Your body isn't broken. It's stuck.

And stuck can shift.

DM "stuck" to book a session.

Grief now speaks fluent productivity. 

Foundations launched. Nonprofits founded. 

Impact measured in pounds packed, children served, volunteers mobilized. 

We’ve lost the containers that let grief be useless. 

The wailing. The sitting. 

The year of being no good to anyone.

 So sorrow learns the only language we have left: metrics, milestones, and ‘carrying forward.’ 

I don’t think this is wrong. 

I think it’s what happens when grief has nowhere to go except into output. 

When the only way to be witnessed is to be legible. 

Scalable. Postable. 

This isn’t a criticism of anyone building something beautiful from loss. 

It’s a lament that we’ve made a world where grief has to earn its keep.

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