Dear Client,
You’re not selfish for struggling to breathe while the world collapses. You’re not wrong for bringing apocalypse into the room. You’re not “too much” for being overwhelmed when every new crisis lands on top of the old scars you’ve carried for years.
You’re right… Therapy was never built for this magnitude. A 50-minute box can’t hold climate collapse, war, genocide, political implosion, collective despair, and the intimate trauma living in your body. Pretending it can? That’s the myth our profession sells to keep control.
I’m not immune. I’m human too. These headlines hit me. My body carries memories of 9/11, of COVID, of losses and ruptures I never invited. And still, the system asks me to sit here as if I can hold the entire weight of the world for you, tidy and contained. That’s impossible.
But here’s what I can do: I can refuse to collude with the lie that you have to heal in isolation. I can sit with you in the mess, the rage, the grief. I can admit that safety is not certain, that hope is not guaranteed, but that connection… real, raw, unfiltered connection… is still possible. I will not be neutral. I won’t be a blank slate. I am here, fully here, with you.
Your terror makes sense. Your despair makes sense. Your overwhelm makes sense. And none of it means you’re broken. It means you are alive in a world that keeps demanding the impossible of us.
So let’s stop pretending therapy is the answer. Let therapy be one thread in a bigger web… survival, resistance, community, rage, tenderness, rebellion, and care. You don’t have to hold this alone. Neither do I.
Signed,
A therapist who refuses to play the blank slate while the world burns
If you’re tired of being told to “self-regulate” your way through collapse, you’re not alone. If you’re looking for healing that makes space for rage, grief, plurality, despair, and survival brilliance… you’ve found it.
You don’t need to shrink yourself to fit into therapy’s too-small box. Let’s create something bigger, bolder, and more human. Reach out to connect with me.