Let’s go to therapy!
Lo único que me quita el sueño es dormir menos. Which is funny, because for most of my life, what kept me up at night was my own mind.
So yeah, let’s talk about therapy.
I’ve been going to therapy for most of my life.
I grew up in a household where feelings mattered, where we didn’t just talk about them, we worked through them.
I’m not going to dump all my therapy CV here, but it’s safe to say that it has made me emotionally smart in ways that sometimes even surprise me. And yes, I think that’s a flex.
In my early twenties, I went through a series of challenges that required a strict therapy regimen. At the time, it was tough, but looking back, I’m grateful I took that space.
Having tried many different kinds of doctors, psychics, astrologers (and yes, even a witch or two), I’ve realized that therapy isn’t about being crazy or constantly fixing something. It’s about holding space for what’s inside. And I know I’m not the only one who has a lot of thoughts — after all, that’s literally the name of my blog.
Recently, I’ve gone through some changes, namely, a tough breakup and the decision to leave Paris, which wasn’t taken lightly, considering Paris has been my longest (and most toxic) relationship to date.
And through it all? I didn’t go to a single therapy session. I broke up with therapy.
Because it also became toxic, this insatiable need to fix something, to have a project, to always understand what was up with my head. But really, how much fun is it to live inside your head?
Those intrusive, crazy, sexy, even bizarre thoughts all coexist in an amazing place: my mind. And I can pick and choose which ones I hang out with and which ones I kindly send back to the archives.
It’s kind of incredible, the power of emotions and the mind.
So for the past six months, I decided to try it on my own. No therapist, no couch, no weekly check-ins. Just me and my mind, unfiltered.
I wanted to see if all those years sitting across a stranger who knew my entire life had actually given me the tools to handle things myself.
Of course, I was afraid to untangle my feelings after a passionate, intense, and beautiful relationship. But surprise, surprise, all those years of work came to sit at the table with me, holding my hand while I sorted it all out.
Fast forward six months, and it’s been pretty amazing. I know I did the work, but why did I handle it so well? Because I went to therapy.
I’m not telling you to go to therapy for 20 years. I’m just saying: go. Try it. See what happens. Do it for the plot.
See what you’re feeling, what you’re experiencing.
Going to therapy doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you; it means you’re cool, self-aware, and in touch with your emotions. And honestly? That’s hot. It’s a way of growing.
Which is why I went back to therapy yesterday, and for the first time, I wasn’t there to fix anything. I was there to talk, unpack, and understand where I’m at right now.
It was kinda like a job interview, sitting across from a new stranger, seeing if we matched. Because you don’t need to go to therapy with the first therapist you find. You need to match.
Think of it like a dating app: strangers scanning bios, swiping left or right until something clicks. There are all kinds of therapy out there — psychoanalysis, cognitive, humanistic, couples, family, mindfulness, creative — take your pick. If you think therapy is someone forcing you to talk while you try to fix yourself, you’ve got it wrong.
Everyone should go to therapy.
It’s not something you need to do weekly; sometimes you just need a session here and there. Eventually, you’re out in the world understanding your feelings better.
There’s nothing more beautiful than having a space that’s fully yours. An objective space with no bias or judgment, a place where you talk, unpack, understand, and repack.
I’m lucky because most of the people close to me have gone to therapy. It’s beautiful seeing how we understand and advise each other from a different, more mindful place.
We’ve even established this thing called the Crisis Committee — a safe space to talk, dissect, and understand. It’s fun and it works well, it’s a moment where we listen to each other and advise each other.
All because:
we. have.
gone. to. therapy.
Now, I’m not going to list all the ways therapy is good. Google exists.
What I will tell you is that I used to be very anxious, sleepless, and filled with intrusive thoughts. I spent nights staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what the hell my head was telling me.
And now, the only thing that keeps me from sleeping is going to bed too late.
Now, when I go to bed, I don’t lie awake over-analyzing my thoughts. I rest, because peace isn’t the absence of feelings, it’s the acceptance of them.
Feelings are important.
Thoughts are important.
Therapy is essential!!!
So go, go, go, and tell me what you learn.
Besitos,
Lo
ps: hot people go to therapy ;)