In my view, a lot has changed over the past years when it comes to therapy and mental health support. There is more openness, easier accessibility, and greater visibility. Social media is full of coaches and people who “know best.” And yet, finding the right help can still be surprisingly complicated.

This is the story of how I kept following the rules and ticking the boxes, only to discover that something essential was still missing. On paper, everything made sense. From the inside, it felt increasingly empty.

This blog is about my experience. About what it felt like to sit there. To fall before I even began. To get sick in the middle of it. To question the theory. To stay anyway. To notice what surfaced when there was nothing left to distract me.

I’ve been thinking about how to introduce myself here, and I realized that I don’t want to do that with facts or a timeline of events. I want to begin somewhere closer to my heart.

Stories of Being Me is a personal space shaped by the experiences in my own life. A life that has always felt like a search.