The Weight of Good
She came to me exhausted—not from lack of effort, but from too much of it. She had done all the healing: hours of meditation, retreats in beautiful places, journaling until her pen ran out of ink. She could speak the language of self-care fluently. But deep down, she knew something wasn’t working. She was still waking up empty.
We started to look inward—not at what she was missing, but at what she was holding onto.
Little by little, we unraveled the beliefs that had built the walls of her life. Beliefs that told her she had to keep everyone else happy. That told her “being good” meant putting herself last. That told her she was only worthy of love if she gave all of hers away first.
It wasn’t comfortable. It wasn’t quick. But as we gently peeled back the layers, she began to see how much of her life was built on obligations that weren’t really hers.
She realized she’d been taught to love people in a way that left her depleted—empty, with nothing left for herself. She’d been taught that loving them like this made her good, made her valuable. But it also made her a stranger to herself.
And letting go of that? It was terrifying. It meant risking the love she’d always received in return for a kind of love she wasn’t even sure she knew how to give—to herself.
It wasn’t easy. There were tears. There were moments when she felt like the floor was falling out from under her. But each time, she found her footing again. And with each layer we peeled back, it was like opening a window that had never let light in before.
Suddenly, she wasn’t just “doing the work” anymore. She was living it. She could finally see herself, feel herself, and love herself—not as the “good girl” everyone praised, but as the woman she had always been underneath it all.
And the life that opened up for her? It wasn’t shiny or perfect or tied up in a bow. It was real. It was hers. And for the first time, she didn’t need anyone else’s permission to claim it.
Does this story feel like yours?
Have you been doing everything right, yet still feel like something’s missing?
It’s not because you’re broken. It’s not because you’re not trying hard enough.
It’s because healing isn’t about doing more—it’s about letting go of what’s keeping you stuck.
If you’re ready to take that journey, not alone but with someone who can help you see what you can’t see yet, I’m here. It’s hard work, yes. But it’s also the most loving, liberating journey you’ll ever take.
Let’s open the window together.