Therapy didn’t make me a serene, emotionally stable adult. It gave me feelings. All of them. At once. Usually in public. Turns out, awareness isn’t peace—it’s the part before peace, and it’s deeply inconvenient.

Not all boundary violations are dramatic. Sometimes they look like saying “I’m fine” when you’re not, or agreeing to things that drain you. But those small betrayals add up—and you deserve better than a life lived in quiet resentment.

I used to think staying calm meant I was in control. But what I was really doing was dissociating. Emotional regulation isn’t silence—it’s learning how to feel safely, stay present, and respond with intention.

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.

A short text message is all it takes to send an overthinker into full psychological meltdown. But maybe—just maybe—it really was just a text

Burnout doesn’t always come with sirens. Sometimes it just feels like you're tired, distant, and disconnected—and you keep pushing anyway. R

Silence isn’t always strength. Sometimes, it’s a mask we wear to protect ourselves. But real healing starts when we let ourselves be seen—im

Real healing doesn’t come with a montage. It’s messy, nonlinear, and sometimes invisible. But every small, stubborn choice to keep going? Th

Therapy isn’t a straight path to your best self—it’s a tangled, messy trail full of setbacks, realizations, and slow progress. That’s not fa