I realized early in the summer that I was operating in survival mode, and that awareness alone is a form of growth. For years, I didn't even recognize it. Like many high-achieving Black women, I believed that my ability to persevere meant I was okay.

Most look at therapy as something “other people” do. Maybe even something that feels out of reach, unnecessary, or only for moments of crisis. But the truth is that therapy is for everyone. For those who carry generations of responsibility, pressure, and pain. For those who look like they have it all together but silently feel like something’s falling apart. Therapy is for anyone tired of being strong all the time.