With Elli

Therapy 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?

A Summer Solstice Reflection on Light, Ritual & Belonging in the Cosmic Wheel   Today, the sun lingers a little longer. The shadows stretch gently. And the world hums in golden stillness. The Summer Solstice — the longest day of the year — is a quiet turning point in the great dance between Earth and sky. It’s when light reaches its peak before beginning the slow spiral inward. A pause. A breath. A sacred exhale. In the Northern Hemisphere, this moment usually arrives around June 21st . But it’s not just a date. It’s a threshold — woven with symbolism, ancient memory, and the soft invitation to realign with life’s rhythm. 🌾 Remembering the Old Ways Long before clocks or calendars, people watched the sky. They built stone circles, earth mounds, and temples that kissed the light on this very day: Stonehenge , where sunbeams slip perfectly between stones. Chaco Canyon , where spirals of sun trace ancestral knowledge. Nabta Playa , older than both, listening to the star...

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 I don’t remember the exact day I stopped using social media. It feels like many years ago, maybe even before the pandemic—but it’s hard to say for sure. What I do remember is the slow shift. I was no longer enjoying it. I began to feel like I was living through it instead of actually living . Everything started losing its taste, its meaning. A sunset wasn’t just a sunset anymore—it was a photo on a board, waiting to be liked. My life was becoming something to curate instead of something to feel. Eventually, I understood something simple but powerful: My profile isn’t me. And people aren’t profiles either. We’re all too layered, too contradictory, too beautifully complex to be summed up in filtered images or short captions. And when we try to compress ourselves into those spaces, something gets lost—something essential. I didn’t want to live like that. And the more I stayed on those platforms, the more I felt anxiety crawling in, slowly but surely. At some point, even lookin...