At the beginning of this week, something happened. Not loudly. Not in fireworks or tears. But something real shifted inside me. And it’s changed everything. For the longest time, I thought healing was about being seen. Being heard. Being understood in a system that so often fails to understand. And yes — those things matter. But this week, I touched something deeper. Something I didn’t know I was ready for. I met myself. Fully. With no filter, no script, no need to explain. A

I was going to write a blog post today about mental health — about what I’ve learned, what I’ve witnessed, what I believe is most important. But the truth is… I’m in the middle of a shift. Something big has changed in me. Quietly. Profoundly. And now, the words I would have written last month feel hollow. The phrases that used to work — “lived experience,” “supportive supervision,” “safe spaces” — they don’t quite hold the weight of what I know now. What I know now is this: –

I’ve noticed something lately — both in myself and in the systems around me. Mental health spaces are full of talk about coping. Strategies. Resilience. Stability. And while those things matter, they’re not the whole picture. In fact, sometimes they’re the very thing that gets in the way of what’s truly needed: emotional honesty. I’ve spent a long time learning how to “get through it.” It’s what the system taught me — keep going, stay in control, feel things quietly (or not a

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