Six Months of Therapy
The Progress You Don’t Always See
Why I’ll Never Hide the Fact I’m in Therapy
I’m not ashamed of being in therapy , I’m a big advocate for it. Therapy has been one of the most powerful parts of my healing journey. It’s not always easy or comfortable, but it’s where I’ve learned to truly understand myself.
Sometimes you don’t realise how much you’ve changed until you look back and reflect. You start to notice that you respond differently, you see things more clearly, you handle situations with more calm yet those quiet signs of growth are often overshadowed by the hard days, the lonely nights, and the times when you still feel stuck.
Measuring Progress Beyond the Surface
Six months ago, I walked into therapy barely functioning. My therapist told me my coping level was below 50 — trauma was running my life. Today, I sit just over 50. It might not sound like a massive leap, but it represents countless moments of courage, boundaries set, and truths faced.
There was a time when walking out of the doctor’s office meant leaving with another prescription for antidepressants. Now, I walk out without one — and that, to me, is progress worth celebrating.
I still face daily struggles — neurological challenges, migraines, vertigo, and the mental exhaustion of advocating for myself in broken systems. Some days, the fatigue is unbearable, the pain isolating. But even through it all, I can see how far I’ve come.
What Six Months of Therapy Taught Me
If I strip back the physical symptoms and focus on the emotional and spiritual growth, here’s what I’ve discovered about myself:
I have boundaries — and I’m no longer afraid to say no.
I’ve learnt my self-worth and what I will and won’t tolerate.
I no longer put up with toxic behaviour or excuses.
I’ve become observant — sometimes silence says more than explanation.
My relationship with my children has become stronger and more honest.
My relationship with myself has softened — I’m kinder to me now.
I’ve learnt to enjoy the quiet, to be still, and to find peace in the moment.
The Healing Journey
Healing isn’t about perfection. It’s about awareness noticing when you’re triggered, recognising when you’re slipping into old patterns, and having the strength to pull yourself back with compassion.
Six months ago, I was surviving. Now, I’m learning to thrive. Not in a loud or dramatic way, but in small, steady steps with boundaries, self-respect, and grace guiding me forward.
Progress doesn’t always look like big leaps or visible transformation. Sometimes it’s subtle — it’s choosing peace over chaos, silence over arguments, and self-respect over approval.
And maybe that’s the most powerful kind of healing there is.
Reflection:
Therapy didn’t “fix” me it helped me see me.
It reminded me that even when I feel tired, frustrated, or lost, I am still growing.
Every boundary, every honest conversation, every quiet moment of reflection — it all counts. Healing isn’t about erasing pain; it’s about learning to live peacefully alongside it.
So when I look at where I am today, I remind myself:
I may still have hard days, but I am not who I used to be.
That alone is something worth celebrating.
"Healing doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it’s the quiet voice that says, ‘I’m still here, and I’m still trying.’”