You’ve got this life thing figured out. Your friends and family describe you to others as “calm,” “dependable,” and “got their shit together.” Some of the time, you might actually believe what they say.
I know that you see a meme and laugh along with everyone about how ridiculous it is. You know, until you have a second alone—then Joy takes a coffee break, Disgust and Anger start bickering, and Fear, Anxiety, and Sadness are left alone at the controls. Now it’s just a hole-digging competition between you and a gopher to see if you really should have achieved those things by your age.
You know you need help, because shavasana isn’t hitting the way it used to, or the happy reels are taking longer dips into doom and gloom reels, or your go-to happy place isn’t as happy as you remember.
Allow me to state the obvious… getting help is more than ok. Hell, it’s the people who don’t at least think about getting help that I worry about.
I’m one of the weird ones that jumps to the bottom of your hole and helps you figure a way out. When you are ready, click one of those contact buttons and let’s start.
