Hi. I’m a therapist. I’m also human.

I’m a therapist.

& there are days when the darkness feels so real that it’s hard to see anything else.

I know the theories, the coping strategies, & the words that should help, but sometimes, in those moments, that all fades away.

I’m a therapist, yes… but first and foremost?

'I’m human,

and there are times when I too feel swallowed up by the heaviness of it all.

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For a long time I felt shame for feeling the darkness. (I hated it!) I thought if anyone knew, I’d be seen as a fraud.

How can SHE be a therapist? She’s a mess!

Or so my thoughts told me.

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Over time I’ve learned that my vulnerability is my greatest strength.

…even if it’s also what terrifies me the most.

Because- what if you actually see me?

What if you realize I’m not a cookie cutter, picture-perfect therapist? What then?

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What I’ve come to know is that my experiences with mental illness are the exact reason I’m such a good therapist.

My experiences of being human allow me to sit with you in your humanness.

Throw out the books. Throw out the skills.
And what do we have?

A human sitting here with all the love in the world ready to listen.

I know what it’s like to feel alone, unheard, and misunderstood. I know what it’s like to fear the thoughts in your head.

I also know that just having someone to sit beside you as you go through this shit can save your life.

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So here I am.

A therapist who has her own diagnoses.
Her own triggers, struggles, and sensitivities.

& I’m here to say;

To you (& myself)-

It’s okay.

Feeling is okay.
Hurting is okay.
Saying “I’m not okay” IS OKAY.

Being human is what connects us.

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More often than not,
Your therapist resonates with your experiences more than you know.

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You’re human.
I’m human.

& We’re all just trying to do the damn thing.