You don’t need therapy, right? You’re strong.

Therapy’s for people who fall apart. Not you.
You hold it together. Smile through it. Keep going.

Besides, everyone says it: “You’re so strong. I don’t know how you do it.”
And you nod, say thanks, while thinking,
“If by strong you mean emotionally constipated and running on Hobnobs, then yes. Spot on.”

It sounds like a compliment. But sometimes it just means, “You seem fine, so we’ll leave you to it.”

When you’re the one who keeps it all afloat — the fixer, the calm one, the helper — people forget to ask how you are.
Because you look like you’re coping.

But looking like you’re coping isn’t the same as being okay.
And strength, without room to flex, eventually snaps.

So if you’re quietly running on empty…
If you’re still carrying everyone else’s chaos while ignoring your own…
If no one’s asked how you’re doing in a while — this is for you.

You’re allowed to fall apart for a while.
You’re allowed to ask for help, even when you’re not sure what kind.
You’re allowed to be messy, vulnerable, and beautifully human.

If you’re worn out from carrying it all, there’s room here to set it down for a while.

You don’t need the right words.
You don’t need a brave face.
You can be messy.
You can be quiet.
You can just be.

Let’s make some room for you for once and see what comes of it.

You can bring the Hobnobs if you want.