Back to Blogging—Because Therapy Isn’t Just a Buzzword
Well… I started therapy. Again. It’s funny—this cycle. I was in therapy. Then I wasn’t. Then I thought, Maybe I should go back? Speak all the things. Say the quiet parts out loud. The things I “should” have gotten over by now, or the things I probably “shouldn’t” still be replaying in my head. But here’s the thing—I couldn’t tell if I was doing it because it’s become a trend. You know, the self-care movement and “everyone needs therapy” Instagram infographics. Or… was it because I actually needed it? Spoiler alert: I did. It’s wild how freeing it feels to spew all the mess, the loops in your head, the doubts, the grief, without feeling like a burden. Without worrying that someone is tired of hearing you talk about the same heartbreak, the same loss, the same unanswered questions. At 32, you’d think I’d be over the grief of losing my dad. You’d think I’d have made peace with those friendships that faded, the ones I still grieve like a breakup. But grief is a shapeshifter—it doesn’t show...