I'm a psychotherapist. And before that, I was exactly where you are right now.
I spent decades functioning. Thinking, planning, controlling, anticipating. My mind is fast, deep, associative, hyperfocused, and without awareness, without care and without rest, that strength turned into overload.
My mind wouldn't let my body rest because, deep down, resting had never been safe. Lowering my guard, in my story, had always been dangerous.
And when my mind couldn't hold it all anymore… my body started to speak.
The pain that had no space to exist became tension. Constant vigilance became exhaustion. Excess became chronic pain. Today I live with autism, fibromyalgia, and a body that tells the story of someone who spent years on alert.
And today I'm learning something new every day: rest isn't weakness. It's repair. My mind was never defective. It was overloaded. It did exactly what it needed to do to keep me alive.
I became a psychotherapist because I didn't want to keep merely functioning. I wanted to understand. And I wanted to help other women not have to destroy themselves in order to find themselves.
I lived the pain I now help to heal.