I Cried in Therapy Today.

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This wasn’t the first time I teared up during a visit, but this was the first that made me really cry.

I didn’t plan on being undone today. I just wanted to talk about how to handle a certain situation.
But I was completely transported back to some younger me emotional scars.

Some things finally said their names out loud.
Some things I’ve been carrying loosened their grip.
And for a moment, I remembered what it feels like to be held — even if only by words.

I learned that strength doesn’t always look like standing.
Sometimes it looks like letting yourself sit in the quiet and not apologize for it.

I won’t explain what cracked.
I won’t name what still aches.
But I will say this: I left lighter than I arrived, and lonelier in a softer way. It was so freeing to be given the space and the quiet to let those words and tears out. They didn’t rush me or immediately try to jump in and tell me how to solve the problem.

And I thought of the way safety feels.
The way truth feels when it’s allowed to exist.
The way some people live inside you, even when they aren’t there.

Some days are loud.
Today was soft.

And somehow, that mattered more.

And It. Felt. Good.

I left with puffy eyes, a lighter chest, and the reminder (again) that being soft doesn’t cancel out being strong. It just proves I’m still a work in progress.

7/10 experience (I hate crying in front of other people).
Would cry again. Probably will.

Social Anxiety

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Tell us about a time when you felt out of place?
How about every time I go out in public, especially to new places.

It’s not always obvious to the people around me, but I feel it deep down. That little twitch in my stomach, the way my brain keeps running through every possible way I might say or do the wrong thing. The way I get hyper-aware of how I walk, how I look, what I say. It’s exhausting sometimes, carrying around that constant sense of being “other.”

I wish I could just slide into a room like I belong there without second-guessing myself. I wish new places didn’t feel like such an obstacle course. But maybe part of life is learning that even when you feel out of place, you still show up. You still try. You still find little moments of connection that remind you you’re not as awkward as you think you are.

Do I still feel out of place most of the time? Absolutely. But I have found the people and places where I feel safe to be myself. That, I think, is what matters most.

Thank you

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I don’t say it enough, probably because it feels too big for simple words — but thank you.

Thank you for helping me see myself more clearly. Not the version I learned to present, not the edited one I thought I had to be, but the real one. The one I kept quiet. The one I didn’t always like. Somehow, you saw her. You see her. And you don’t flinch.

You show me a version of me that can be strong and soft at the same time. Capable, even when I feel unsure. Beautiful, even when I feel small. You help me notice the parts of me that I’ve overlooked. You remind me of the things I forget when I’m too deep in my own head.

And you let me be myself. Fully. Unapologetically. Without shrinking or performing.

That kind of space is rare. That kind of safety is everything.

So, yeah, this isn’t some grand declaration or big dramatic love letter. It’s just a thank you. A quiet one. But honest.

Thank you for making it easy to be who I really am.