Mental Health Therapist - Brooke Bodman

09/30/2025

09/30/2025

Keep shining.

Not for applause.
Not for approval.

Shine for the woman inside you—
the one who walked through darkness
and still believed in the dawn.

Her hope carried you here.
Her courage lit the path.
And every time you rise,
you honor her light.

✨ Keep shining, sisters. The world needs it.
꩜♥︎ Ella

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09/30/2025

Sometimes we just need to get away from the noise to refill...

09/30/2025

If your first reaction is “I can’t,” you’ve already decided the ending before the story even begins.

Winners don’t have all the answers at the start, but they have the confidence that they’ll figure it out. That’s the only real difference.

So the next time you’re faced with something new, ask yourself: Am I saying no because I can’t… or because I don’t want to put in the work to learn? That answer will tell you everything.

09/15/2025

Growth is stepping
over the things you
used to trip on.

Whatever you do, keep moving forward!

09/10/2025

I had a client send me this the other day and gave me permission to share it. It is bold. It is powerful. It is worth reading. I am so honored and proud of her for sharing her deepest feelings with me. She deserves to be heard🩷

“I am the white crayon.

The one left behind when the box is opened, the one people glance past on their way to the brighter shades. Red gets chosen to scream passion. Yellow for joy. Blue for calm. But me? I am forgotten, pushed aside, deemed useless because I do not shout when pressed against the page.

I've lived my life watching everyone else get picked first. Their laughter shines louder, their voices take up space, their presence commands attention. And me-l fade. I blend. I disappear.
The white crayon is not broken, but it might as well be invisible. That's how I have felt most of my life: like the extra piece in a set that would still function perfectly without me.

There's a special kind of ache in believing you are unnecessary. It seeps into everything-into your smile that feels forced, into your silence that feels heavy, into the thought that maybe the world would keep turning just fine if you weren't here at all. Being the white crayon means learning how to live with the sting of being overlooked.

But l've started to see something I missed before. The white crayon may not scream across the page, but it leaves its mark in ways no other color can. It softens. It highlights. It makes space where there was none. It turns emptiness into light. It is subtle, quiet, but still essential.

I am the white crayon. For years, I despised that truth. But now, I understand it. I know I will never be the boldest or the brightest. I will never be the one everyone reaches for first. But I am still worth reaching for. And that is enough.”

-Anonymous

09/05/2025

If it makes you happy,
it doesn’t have to make sense to anyone else.

Not everyone will understand your path, your passions, your choices.
And that’s okay.
They’re yours.

Joy doesn’t need permission.
Peace doesn’t require explanation.

So wear what you love.
Chase what lights you up.
Laugh too loud, dream too big, start over as many times as you need.

This is your life.
Let it make sense to your soul 🩷

09/05/2025

💌 Somebody, somewhere, is struggling to keep going.

This one simple message might be exactly what they need right now—so pass it on.

And to you who are struggling:
🌿 This moment will not last forever.
🌅 Brighter days are ahead.
💛 Please, keep going.

09/05/2025

A gentle reminder: You’re doing better than you think. Keep going
you've got this! 💪💛
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07/30/2025

☀️ Absolutely!