The Roaming Psychotherapist

07/08/2025

Its what gets thrown at you when your pain makes other people uncomfortable. I'm here to remind you to keep talking. Scream if you must. Just don't be quiet. That's what they want. Your silence. Your shame. Your compliance. You owe them nothing.

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07/08/2025

My son just started his first job last night. Newspaper route. And it was a family affair. Because apparently the wagon is too heavy and it’s “scary” to walk alone.. and I’m a sucker with a soft spot for watching my kid try hard. It was my first job too. My daughters also started out this way. He's the last one to get handed the family legacy of late nights and soggy flyers. It's heartwarming and gut punchy all at once.. my kids are growing up.

On the walk home, he asked me how much he’d make every two weeks. I gave him the number. His disappointment was immediate and pure. But I told him that it’s not just about the money. It’s about learning that effort counts, that consistency matters, and that sometimes you get paid in crumbs, and still have to keep showing up. It's basically the entire plot of adult life. I didn't tell him that part.

Most of all tho, I’m so proud of my kids. I’m proud that in a world where entitlement is loud and hard work is often undervalued, my kids want to work. They want to earn, to contribute, to become independent and productive members of society. That matters. Not just for their own growth, but for the kind of world we’re shaping.

It’s easy to be cynical these days, but when I see my kids willingly stepping up with soggy flyers and shoes half-tied.. I'm hopeful that they’ll grow into the kind of adults this world desperately needs.

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06/08/2025

06/08/2025

"You have to love yourself first."

Such a shameful statement. What it teaches us is that we're unlovable until we fix ourselves. It teaches us that our scars and our pain makes us unworthy.

I call bu****it. We all deserve love. Even when we are a broken mess. Especially when we hate ourselves. When we are spiralling. Surviving.

Love is a basic human need. You don't have to be healed and walk around radiating self love energy to be worthy. Maybe you just need someone to show you how. To give you permission and make space for you to finally do it for yourself.

We are all deserving. ❤️‍🩹

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05/08/2025

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05/08/2025

"Stop crying!"

Sound familiar? Nothing like being emotionally shut down because your tears make someone else uncomfortable. Crying is actually one of the healthiest things you can do to release stress hormones, regulate your nervous system, and help you not implode during emotionally catastrophic life events—like Tuesday mornings. So cry... In the car. In the shower. At the grocery store. Cry like it’s cardio. The only thing wrong with crying is that we were taught not to.

So if you are emotionally constipated, and flinch every time a tear tries to escape, reach out! Let's ugly cry together. It's free. Cathartic. And doesn't require a prescription.

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02/08/2025

Perimenopause. What a fu***ng ride.

I haven’t slept in days. I wake up soaked, pi**ed off and one wrong look from my husband gets him vaporized by my rage. No one prepped me for this brand of chaos.

Please don't tell me to cut off caffeine because unless it will stop me from melting through my mattress at 2AM, I won't give up on the one natural stimulant keeping me upright, functional, and semi-human.

Therapy doesn’t fix hormones, but it gives you somewhere to unpack the rage, the grief, the existential spiral about whether this is your new personality or just a hormone gremlin driving the bus (Spoiler: it's probably both).

I’m just saying if perimenopause has turned you into an unhinged swamp witch, let's rage sweat together.

I'll make coffee. ☕

01/08/2025

Delete the text. Block the number. Walk away. Mute. Ignore.✌

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01/08/2025

You could be doing inner-child work while balancing crystals on your forehead, but if you don’t feel like your therapist gives a s**t? It’s not gonna land.

Therapy doesn’t work because someone has a framed degree and speaks in soft tones. It doesn’t work because they checked off a bunch of boxes in their intake form or remembered to nod every 45 seconds.

It works because of the relationship. The rest? Therapist glitter. So stop wasting your time (and money) and go find yourself a therapist you actually connect with.

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31/07/2025

Sometimes you just gotta feel it. Rage if you must. Spiral. Slam those doors. Ugly cry in your car. Whatever it takes - just don't shove it down with a deep breath. You don't have to handle it gracefully. Feel your s**t. It's the only way through.

30/07/2025

Blended families.

It's not for the faint of heart. Trying to co-parent with someone you don’t like anymore? Hard.
Navigating step-parent dynamics without losing your damn mind? Hard. Trying to move forward, heal, love again while still being tethered to a past that won't shut up? Hard. And don’t get me started on the adult drama, the power struggles and the way kids can get caught in the middle of the crossfire.

Here's what I know: There’s no shame in a failed marriage. There’s no shame in starting over. Honestly, staying stuck in something miserable for the sake of appearances is way worse. Blended families can come with healing, second chances, and love that actually feels safe this time around.

This kind of work? The emotional heavy lifting of making a blended family actually work? That’s therapy-worthy.

And I’m here for it. ❤️‍🩹

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29/07/2025

Addiction.

Newsflash: It's not just he**in in an alleyway or someone shaking in withdrawal on a bathroom floor. It’s moms crushing wine every night just to survive bedtime. It’s dads who never stop working because being busy feels safer than being still. It’s people ghosting their own lives while glued to a screen, chasing dopamine through TikTok or Tinder or Amazon Prime. Addiction wears a thousand masks.. scrolling, shopping, over-exercising, over-eating, under-eating, people-pleasing, self-harming, lying, numbing, escaping.

Here’s the truth from a therapist who’s not here to sugarcoat it: Addiction isn’t about the thing.. it’s about the pain. It’s what we reach for when life feels unbearable. It’s the s**t we use to not feel the s**t we don’t want to face. And none of us are above it.

So if this post resonates, reach out. No shame, no lectures, no bu****it. I’m from Northern Ontario. I’ve seen addiction up close, in all its messy, complicated forms. I’m no stranger to it and I’m not scared of it either. Let's tackle those monsters together.

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