
16/07/2025
Therapy is not for you.
Because you are strong. Because you are doing okay-ish. And because other people’s problems are bigger than yours. And most of all: you are not crazy or damaged.
So you have decided to keep going. To be brave, cry when no one is watching. Or just escape in pleasure, work, relationships or substances so as not to feel what is missing.
And that is going really well. You think.
Because somewhere inside, you know that you are not being totally honest to yourself. Deep down, you know you are repeating what you were missing in your childhood: by not listening to yourself you are still not being seen fully. You are not being acknowledged and you continue to let that little child in you strive on their own.
And the pressure of outside success becomes bigger and bigger, to compensate for the loneliness and sense of unworthiness that you are feeling inside.
Because you are afraid of that will happen if you stop. That everything will fall apart. That you will never be able to stop crying. Or that you have no idea of what it is that you actually want. So it’s easier to keep going. Running from this fear of not being good enough. Not being loveable.
Starting therapy takes courage. Both for the patient and for the therapist. Because first there is the breaking down the walls, being vulnerable enough and trusting enough to let somebody in. Because you have been let down and disappointed so many times.
But when you do, that’s where the real magic begins: that’s when I get to perform my miracle surgery of mending the pieces of your broken heart. Because it is BS that time will heal all wounds. It won’t. You just learn to deal with it better.
Truly repairing the wounds, and even Upgrading the operating systems. Replacing the software that was put in there when you were a child and putting in cutting edge techniques will give you the best second half of your life.
When will you start?