Here's something nobody tells you before you start therapy.
The more self-aware you become, the more you realize how profoundly unhinged you actually are.
Not unhinged in a dangerous way. Unhinged in the way that happens when you've spent years — sometimes decades — seeing yourself through someone else's eyes. When the beliefs you thought were yours turn out to be borrowed, inherited, or installed by people who had no business installing them. When you pull one thread and the whole sweater starts unraveling and you're sitting across from your therapist thinking: how long is this going to take, exactly?
That's the design. That's where "Self-Aware & Slightly Unhinged" came from.
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The Rabbit Hole Nobody Warns You About
I started therapy thinking I'd go in, talk about some things, feel better, and leave.
That is not what happened.
What happened was I started unpacking childhood trauma and couldn't stop. The more I looked, the more I found. The more I found, the more I realized how much of what I believed about myself — about who I was, what I deserved, what I was capable of — wasn't actually mine. It was my parents' voice. My family's voice. Decades of being told I was too much, too loud, too lazy, too stupid, too selfish, too everything.
I had no idea how deeply I'd internalized all of it until therapy started peeling it back layer by layer.
If you've seen Inside Out 2, you know exactly what I'm talking about. That moment when Riley's core beliefs start forming — not from what's true, but from what she experienced and how she interpreted it as a child. I am not good enough doesn't come from nowhere. It comes from a moment, a comment, a pattern — something a child absorbed and turned into a fact about themselves.
That's what childhood trauma does. It doesn't just hurt you in the moment. It installs a whole operating system you don't even know you're running on.
The Everything Is Fine Moment (When Nothing Is Fine)
There's a particular phase of therapy I think a lot of people hit and don't talk about enough.
It's the phase where you've done enough work to see how much work there is left to do. Where you're self-aware enough to understand the depth of the damage but not yet healed enough to feel okay about it. Where you're walking around with this new knowledge of yourself and it's simultaneously liberating and completely overwhelming.
Everything is fine. 🔥
(It is not fine.)
I remember sitting in therapy one session thinking: I don't even know which thoughts are mine. I don't know which beliefs I actually hold and which ones were handed to me by people who saw me through their own damage. I had spent so long seeing myself through toxic eyes that I genuinely couldn't separate what was true from what I'd been made to believe.
That's the slightly unhinged part. Not broken. Not dangerous. Just — a lot. All at once. And somehow still getting up and going to therapy every Wednesday anyway.
What Therapy Actually Teaches You (Eventually)
Here's the thing about unraveling all of it: on the other side, you find out who you actually are.
Not who your parents said you were. Not the story your family told about you. Not the role you played in a dysfunctional system. You.
For me, it took years. But eventually I started to see the evidence that had been there all along.
I wasn't lazy — I was exhausted from surviving. I wasn't stupid — I was curious and capable and actually pretty sharp. I wasn't selfish — I was so attuned to other people's feelings that I had spent my whole life thinking about everyone else to a fault. I wasn't too much — I was just in rooms that were too small for me.
I genuinely love myself now. I know I'm smart, hard-working, compassionate, hilarious (thanks, trauma), and worthy of the love I kept trying to earn from people who weren't capable of giving it.
But I had to go through the slightly unhinged phase to get here. The phase where you know enough to be overwhelmed and not yet enough to be okay. That phase is real. It's hard. And it deserves to be named.
A Love Letter to the Slightly Unhinged
This one is for you if:
You've been in therapy long enough to know how deep the rabbit hole goes — and you're still showing up every week anyway.
You've caught yourself explaining attachment theory to someone at brunch and then wondering if that's normal.
You've had a therapy session that left you more confused than when you walked in, and you went home and journaled about it for two hours.
You know the difference between your authentic beliefs and your internalized ones — and you're still in the process of figuring out which is which.
You use "my therapist says" as a complete sentence.
You are deeply, profoundly self-aware. And you are also slightly unhinged. And somehow — remarkably — you are holding it all together.
This design is your badge of honor. Wear it with the full knowledge that being self-aware and slightly unhinged is not a flaw. It's what happens when you're brave enough to actually do the work.
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The healing journey is not a straight line. It is not quiet. It is not always pretty. Sometimes it is sitting in your therapist's office realizing you have approximately 47 more things to unpack than you thought, and laughing about it because what else are you going to do.
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