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 up politely or leave when it’s supposed to.
So here I am. Back to therapy. Back to blogging. Back to this little safe space I built to be honest, messy, and unapologetically human.
Because maybe someone else out there feels like they’re too old to still be carrying certain things. Maybe they’ve been quiet too long. And maybe they need to hear this:
You’re not a burden. Your story isn’t expired. You’re allowed to speak it—again and again if you need to.
This is me, saying the things people wish they could say—but don’t. And maybe, just maybe, it’ll give you the nudge to say your things too.
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