In this episode, I talk about control—how it starts quietly, how it disguises itself as care, and how it can slowly turn into something dangerous.

This is a story about losing autonomy, finding clarity, and taking the wheel back when someone else tried to steer your life for you.
No names. No glorification. Just truth, boundaries, and reclamation.

If you’ve ever felt monitored instead of loved, silenced instead of supported, or trapped in something that didn’t feel like you anymore—this one’s for you.

I’m not perfect.
But I’m powerful.
And I’m the captain now.

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Hydrate. Protect your peace. Don’t text your ex.

I tried to donate clothes, and it turned into a full-blown event.
Nothing went as planned, and instead I got served attitude, audacity, and a whole lesson in boundaries.

Here’s a quick bonus drop of chaos while I wrap up episode six.
This one is petty, honest, and sprinkled with just enough ratchet — exactly how we do it here on Therapy-ish™.

Storytelling, humor, and a peek into what happens when I’m left with ZERO patience, no snacks, and 20% phone battery.

Let’s unpack. 🖤

In this episode, we talk about the moment I realized I was out here accepting crumbs from people who didn’t even deserve to lick the plate.

We start with "Caleb" — the man who swore he was “different” but turned out to be the discount court jester at the wrong castle. And then we take a trip to Philadelphia… where I got fully stood up. No text. No call. Just silence and a suitcase.

But here’s the part I didn’t see coming:
The Uber driver was the plot twist.

We’re talking:
• Bare Minimøl™ behavior (side effects may include delusion)
• Crumbs vs. full meals
• Romanticizing “potential” instead of reality
• Realizing you were the one doing the choosing all along

And yes, mozzarella sticks were involved.

This is not a sad story.
This is a reclaim your voice story.

Welcome to Therapy-ish™.

Where we talk our shit, so we don’t lose our shit. 💋