BLog

There's a moment that happens in the therapy room. Someone sits down, looks at me, and says something like: "I know I should feel something about this. But I don't. I just... nothing." They say it with frustration. Sometimes shame. Like the absence of emotion is proof that they're broken, or that they're doing something wrong. But here's what I see: a part of them that did its job so well, it never clocked off. The Part That Got You Through Emotional numbness isn't a defect.

You've heard it a hundred times. Slow down. Rest. Take a break. You've nodded, agreed, maybe even tried. But when you finally sit still, when the pace drops and the noise quiets, something else arrives. It's not relief. It's not the peaceful exhale everyone promised. It's something heavier. Rawer. Sometimes it's rage. Sometimes it's grief that feels bottomless. Sometimes it's just numbness,like you're waiting for permission to feel anything at all. This is what I see in the t