Therapy Talk – Episode One

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 The Two Souls

I clicked ‘Leave Meeting’ on my therapy session today…
and instead of feeling heavy, I just sat there for a minute.
Not crying. Not overthinking.
Just sitting with it —
which is already different for me.

My therapist told me there might be two kinds of souls in this world.
Not good and bad. Not right and wrong.
Just… different.

I didn’t realise how much I needed to hear it until I did.

What I Wrote Down From Therapy:

Growing Souls
The ones who go through hard things —
but grow from them.
They reflect. They learn. They try to do better.
They break patterns.
They take accountability.
They build safer homes than the ones they grew up in.
Stuck Souls
They go through pain too…
but they don’t change.
They blame the world.
They avoid the mirror.
They repeat the lesson because they don’t believe they have one to learn.

Then My Therapist Said Something I Can’t Stop Thinking About:

“Zoe, you are not a stuck soul.
You’re doing the work — and that means you’re growing.
And growing souls deserve gentler words.”

didn’t know whether to cry… or breathe.
So I just sat there, quietly — and did both.

The Language I’m Practising Now

I’m trying to shift how I speak to myself.
Not to fake happiness —
but to stop hurting myself with my own words.

Old Thought New Language I’m Learning

“I’m behind.”           >> “Growth doesn’t run on a timer.”

“I failed.”                  >>“I’m learning — and learning is allowed to be messy.”

“I’m too sensitive.” >> “My sensitivity makes me a safe place for my kids.”

“I’m lost.”                 >> “I’m becoming someone I recognise.”

It feels strange. But softer.
Like I’m slowly learning how to talk to myself without fear.

Tonight’s Realisation

Some souls stay where they are.
That’s their journey — not mine.

I don’t need to wait for their apology.
I don’t need to explain myself again.
I don’t need to keep defending the person I am becoming.

I just need space to grow —
without guilt.

Signing Off

I didn’t leave therapy cured.
But I left therapy clearer — and that counts.

Maybe growth isn’t a roar.
Maybe it’s a whisper.

“You’re safe now, Zoe. Keep going.”

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