ou tell yourself:“I’m fine. It’s not that bad.”“I’ve dealt with worse.”“There’s nothing to be anxious about.” And still—your heart races. Your stomach flips. You can’t focus. You feel wrong, even when your brain says it’s fine. Sound familiar? If so, you’re not broken. You’re not failing. You’re not weak. You’re just learning that anxiety doesn’t live in logic.

Sometimes the hardest part of therapy isn’t opening up—it’s the fear that if you do, you’ll be judged. You might wonder: What if it’s too much? What if I don’t make sense? What if they think I’m failing? If that’s you, I want you to know this: I’m not here to judge what you’re carrying. I’m here to hold space for it.