Mindful Therapist Aniela Sârbu

08/30/2025

Hyper-independence is a trauma response 🤍. The inability to receive support from others is not strength, it’s a wound that learned to protect itself.

A strategy your heart built to protect itself from pain, neglect, betrayal, and disappointment.

Maybe it began in childhood, when the parent you needed most wasn’t there, whether by absence, emotional distance, or the heavy weight of working multiple jobs just to fulfill basic needs.
Maybe it deepened in relationships where intimacy touched your body but never truly held your heart.
Maybe it grew through friendships where you gave and gave, but never felt received.
Maybe it solidified in the moments you were promised, “we’re in this together,” but were left alone to carry both your part and theirs.

So you learned to stop trusting.
You built a wall around your tenderness.
You told yourself, “Never again.”

This is what I know from both my own lived experience and years of sitting with people in healing: hyper-independence is not freedom, it is fear disguised as strength. It is a fortress built by a younger self who couldn’t risk heartbreak one more time.

The truth is, fortresses keep out the danger, yes, but they also keep out the love. No one can hold you when you’re behind your own armor.

And yet, this is not where the story has to end. Trauma that is seen and named can be softened, healed, and transformed.

Receiving support is not weakness.
It is safety.
It is trust being rebuilt, slowly, carefully.
It is your nervous system learning that not everyone will drop the ball. That there are people who can hold your heart and not break it.

You are worthy of support.
You are worthy of safe love.
You are worthy of a partner who says, “Rest, I’ve got this,” and then shows up.
You are worthy of friendships that nurture, not drain.
You are worthy to receive, simply because you exist.

You don’t need to prove it, earn it, or beg for it.
You are worthy. Always have been.

And healing is the slow, courageous act of letting someone in again, first yourself, then another, until love becomes safer than fear.

08/30/2025

You’ve survived every version of “I can’t do this” so far. 🤍

There were moments you thought it was the end.
Moments when the weight was too much.
When your heart felt too tired.
Your pain felt too heavy.
When you couldn’t see a way forward.
Only a painful remembrance from the past.

And still, you did.
You broke down.
You cried in silence.
You questioned everything.
And yet here you are.
Still breathing. Still rising. Still trying.

That’s not weakness. That’s the quiet strength of resilience.
That’s how I see in my work with so many people who come there almost defeated. Telling me:”I have to do something! I can’t continue like this. It’s too much!”

We forget how powerful we are when we’re in the middle of the storm.
We forget how many times we’ve already made it through.
We forget how the very things we thought would break us… didn’t.

When you look back at your path, really look, you’ll see how much you’ve already overcome.
How much you’ve grown.
How many chapters you thought were endings, but turned out to be the beginning of something deeper.

Sometimes we just need someone to remind us. Helps us not forget.
We are stronger than we believe.
More resilient than we think.

So even if today feels heavy, if the road ahead feels uncertain,
I want you to remember this:

You’ve done hard things before.
You’ve sat with grief, with heartbreak, with fear.
And you kept going.

The strength that carried you then… is still here.
It lives in you.
It’s quiet. Steady. Sacred.

Let that remembrance give you trust in yourself.
Let it remind you that no matter how hard this moment feels,
You are not alone,and you are not powerless.

You are resilient.
You are still becoming.
And you are stronger than you think.
With love,🤍Aniela

08/27/2025

Your Voice Matters 🤍

Tell your story. Not because everyone will understand it, but because you deserve to give it a voice. Silence was never meant to be your home.

When you share your truth, through words, whispers, or even tears, you break the chains of shame. You heal. And something magical happens… someone else whispers, “Me too.”

That is how we find each other. That is how healing spreads, from one heart to another, courage becoming fire.

Your story isn’t just about pain. It’s about becoming. About the ways you survived, the truths you uncovered, the strength you didn’t know you had.

Some won’t understand. Some will reject it. But the ones who need your words will find you. And in your voice, they’ll find courage for their own.

Your story is not too much. It is medicine. It is proof that light can enter the cracks and beauty can rise from brokenness. That what moves me to write. That’s what makes me feel inspired and sometimes so excited that I want to shout out words, music, dance… anything, just to let my heart stay open and speak her truth.

✨ May you trust your voice. May you know your story matters. May you remember: telling it heals not only you, but the world. With love,🤍 Aniela

08/26/2025