The End of the Introduction
Not Instruction - Just Reflection.This Isn’t Advice - It’s Experience.
Even though I said, I don’t believe in traditional therapy. But still - somehow - I’ve been in therapy my whole life. It just never looked the way they said it should. Over time, I’ve learned that therapy can take many forms. Sometimes it’s silence. Sometimes it’s movement. Sometimes it’s just choosing not to self-destruct - again. But whatever form it takes, it’s mine.
My therapy happened when no one was watching. In real moments. In the quiet chaos of trying to hold myself together.
It comes when it had to - while making late-night pasta to calm my head. While pushing through one more set at the gym because I couldn’t push through my emotions. While writing something down just so I wouldn’t explode. That’s my therapy. It’s saved me more than any office ever could. And before I go any further, I need to say this - just to be clear… and I truly hope everyone reads this - especially those who somehow found the energy to send me unpleasant messages after my last post.
These posts aren’t advice. They’re not a manual. Not a step-by-step guide. I’m not your therapist. I’m not your coach. I’m not your guru. I’m just a guy who’s been through some sh*t and found his own way out. What I share here is my experience. That’s all. If something hits - cool. If it doesn’t - leave it. But don’t confuse honesty with instruction. This isn’t a blueprint. It’s a mirror. Healing doesn’t have rules.
You don’t need to follow my path. You just need to find your own - and walk it like it belongs to you…
So if you’re still reading, thank you. I hope that little note didn’t scare you off. I’m not here to offend anyone or pretend I have all the answers. I’m just sharing what’s real for me - and if you’re open to it, there’s more I want to unpack. This is still the part of introduction to Uncovered: Therapy Session. We’re not in the deep end yet - but we’re getting close. And before we go there, I want to give you some context. Because for me, therapy hasn’t always looked like talking. Sometimes, it looked like leaving.
One of the most powerful forms of healing I’ve found is solo travel. Not a vacation. Not an escape. But something deeper - a way to reset. To get still. To listen…
To be continued…