Introduction to the Uncovered Therapy Session Series
I don’t believe in therapy.
Not the kind most people talk about, anyway. I don’t believe in half-truths on a couch, polite head-nods, or journaling in circles just to avoid the one thing that actually matters: saying the damn truth out loud. Because if you’re not being real - deep, ugly, uncomfortable - then what exactly are you healing?
I don’t believe in therapy unless it feels like a fight with your reflection. Unless you leave the room - or the page - or the mirror - feeling raw, cracked, a little breathless. Not because you impressed someone with self-awareness, but because you finally stopped lying to yourself.
Therapy doesn’t always need a therapist.
Sometimes it’s a night alone with your thoughts and no distractions. Sometimes it’s one thought that wrecks your whole mood. Sometimes it’s looking in the mirror and admitting: “I’m the one keeping myself stuck.”
Most people don’t want healing. They want relief.
They want to talk about the past without touching it. They want to cry without changing. They want to post the “breakthrough” and stay exactly the same. That’s not therapy. That’s performance.
Me? I don’t trust surface-level solutions. I want the kind of healing that stings. That flips your identity inside out. That makes you question the version of yourself you’ve been pretending to be just to survive.
Because I’ve had deeper conversations with myself at 3am than in any room where I was trying to look “stable.” I don’t need a couch. I need courage. I need silence that isn’t empty. I need honesty that hurts and saves me at the same time.
That’s what real therapy is to me: Sitting with myself long enough to drop the act. Listening past the noise - the ego, the distractions, the survival stories - until I finally hear what’s real. I don’t believe in therapy unless it’s honest. Unless it’s deep. If it doesn’t crack something open, it’s not for me. Because the kind that broke me down - and built me back - that’s the kind that saved my life...
Over time, I’ve learned that therapy can take many forms...
To be continued…
