Mental Health

I was standing in my kitchen last Tuesday when anger hit me like a rogue wave. My partner had forgotten—again—to pick up the one thing I’d asked for, and suddenly I was drowning in frustration about feeling unseen.

I have a confession: I’ve been practicing invisibility for years. Not the cool superhero kind—the exhausting everyday kind where you make yourself smaller before anyone asks you to. Last week, I caught myself mid-shrink

There’s something powerful about sitting in a therapist’s waiting room for the first time. Your palms are sweaty, you’re second-guessing everything, and part of you wants to bolt for the door.

Last Tuesday morning, I caught myself replaying a conversation from three days earlier—analyzing every word, imagining what I should have said differently, crafting better responses to an exchange that was already history

I used to think being perfect was the key to happiness. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. The more I chased perfection, the more it slipped away. It wasn’t until I started embracing my flaws that I found real strength and freedom.

I remember the day I realized my mental health wasn’t something I could “fix” once and for all. It was both liberating and daunting. That’s when I stumbled upon this powerful quote by Noam Shpancer…

Have you ever felt like you’re stumbling through a pitch-black room, desperately searching for a light switch? I know I have. Last year, after losing my job and facing a health scare, I felt utterly lost.