I used to think I had an anger problem. Turns out, I just needed a sandwich. Emotional regulation isn’t always deep inner work—sometimes it’s remembering to eat, rest, and stop white-knuckling your way through the day.

Shame doesn’t yell—it whispers. It rewrites how you see yourself and convinces you that struggling means you’re defective. But shame isn’t a flaw. It’s a defense. And healing starts by choosing something kinder in response.

I spent years thinking I was lazy, broken, or just not trying hard enough. Turns out, I wasn’t defective—I was carrying shame. Once I could name it, everything started to change.

Therapy didn’t just help me grow—it made some of my favorite coping strategies unusable. Detached humor, emotional shutdown, overworking? They don’t work like they used to. And weirdly, that’s how I knew the work was working.

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Starting over isn’t failure. It’s self-respect. You’re not broken—you’re just brave enough to try again.

You hear yourself say it: a phrase straight out of your childhood. Sometimes it’s funny. Sometimes it’s unsettling. But the real power? Choo

Saying “I need help” isn’t weakness—it’s strength. It’s the first terrifying, powerful step toward healing.

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