Learning to Stand Alone
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Elli Z. Georgiadou
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With Elli is a gentle space for reflection, creativity, and growth. Here, I share thoughts on empathy, healing, womanhood, and the everyday art of being human. Blending philosophy, psychology, and soulful living, my blog invites you to slow down, reconnect with yourself, and find meaning in the simple moments that shape our lives. πΈ
Why do I need it?
Did it do any good?
Why did it help me?
Why do I sometimes get tired?
Why do I continue?
I’ve been in therapy for a while now, and people sometimes ask: “Does it really help?”
The answer is yes—but not always in loud, dramatic ways. Sometimes, it helps in quiet shifts. In feeling less heavy. In remembering how to breathe again.
So I wanted to write something simple. A little bit of my story, and a little bit of what research actually says about why therapy works—for me, and for so many others.
I didn’t go because I was falling apart. I went because I didn’t want to keep living in survival mode. I needed space—safe space—to unpack emotions I didn’t understand, to stop repeating the same patterns, and to just… be with someone who wasn’t expecting me to fix everything.
Yes. Not always immediately. Not in every session. But over time, things began to soften.
I started talking to myself more kindly.
I noticed when my nervous system was overwhelmed.
I learned to sit with emotions without drowning in them.
It gave me words. Tools. A mirror. And that matters.
Therapy can be exhausting.
Some days I think, “Am I just going in circles?”
Some days I don’t want to feel or talk anymore.
But then something small shifts—a sentence that clicks, a pattern I notice, a feeling I finally release—and I remember why I keep going.
Because therapy isn’t about fixing me. It’s about meeting myself with compassion.
I continue because I deserve peace, not just coping mechanisms.
I continue because the space I create in therapy shows up in my life—in my relationships, my choices, my boundaries.
There’s something powerful about being in a room—virtual or real—where people don’t just listen, they understand. Support groups connect you with others who are facing similar struggles. You don’t have to explain everything from the beginning. You’re not alone in what you feel. That shared understanding can create comfort, validation, and even hope. Sometimes, just hearing “me too” is enough to feel a little lighter.
Sometimes we know therapy works—we’ve felt the difference. But even then, it can be hard to keep going. Why? Because healing takes energy. Therapy asks you to face things you’ve avoided for years, to be honest when it’s uncomfortable, to feel deeply when you’re already tired. Some days, survival mode kicks in and says, “Not today.” That doesn’t mean you’re failing. It means you’re human. It’s okay to rest. What matters is finding your own rhythm—coming back when you're ready, and remembering that even pausing is part of the process.
Maybe one day, we won’t need therapy in the same way. But that doesn’t mean we ever stop growing, reflecting, or needing support. For some people, therapy is a short chapter—for others, it’s a longer thread woven through life. It can shift over time: from deep healing, to gentle guidance, to occasional check-ins.
What matters most isn’t whether we “graduate” from therapy, but whether we’re building the tools, insight, and inner support to keep showing up for ourselves—even when life gets messy. Therapy isn’t about fixing you. It’s about helping you remember how to hold yourself with care.
Therapy hasn’t made me perfect. But it’s made me present.
It’s helped me feel more like myself—softer, steadier, still learning.
If you’ve ever wondered if therapy is “worth it,” I hope this gives you a gentle yes.
Not because everything changes overnight—but because you matter enough to give yourself that space.
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