Therapy Chronicles

Today I started private therapy. I’ve touched on this journey in a few blog posts before, the need to become emotionally stronger, wiser, and more aware of the red flags I have missed for what feels like my entire life. Not just to heal, but to understand. To finally make sense of the patterns, the pain, and the parts of me that have been shaped by surviving things I should never have had to survive. Today, I told Nick the secret. The secret I have been carrying like a rottin

Today, I met my new therapist, Nick. It was supposed to be an initial consultation, just a first meeting to see how things felt. Instead, it turned into me signing up for 10 weeks of sessions. And honestly, I think that says everything about how much I needed this. For seven years, I was made to feel like I was the problem. I was told I was crazy. Told I imagined things. Told I was overreacting. Told that the abuse I was experiencing was somehow my fault because of how I resp