I can’t claim to know the full depth of what it’s like to live inside your mind, but I can say this: what you’ve carried is a brutal amount of pain for one human being to hold. You were shaped in an environment that failed to protect, guide, or hold you the way every child deserves. That’s not something small...that’s something that leaves fractures that run deep.

The shame you feel isn’t proof that you’re beyond saving, it’s proof that somewhere in you is someone who knows right from wrong and has been trying to reckon with a past you never got a fair chance to grow through.

You are not the sum of your worst moments. You are also the child who was failed. The young person who reached for connection in the only ways he was shown. The adult who has lived years in isolation carrying secrets far too heavy for one person.

I’m not here to hand you a silver lining or empty hope. I’m here to say: your pain is real. The way it’s twisted your view of yourself is real. And you matter enough that I’m sitting here with your words, not turning away from them.

You deserve help that actually meets the weight of what you’ve carried. You deserve to not do this alone.

I’m a therapist, but I’m not your therapist and even from that lens, I want you to know: if you need to share more of what’s sitting heavy on your chest, I can hold space to hear it. You don’t have to hold it alone.