How The Hell Did I Get Here?

Hey all! I have been practicing psychotherapy for a little over 10 years. Prior to that, I worked in case management. Needless to say, I’ve dedicated my professional career to helping others. I’ve seen a lot, heard a lot, and lost myself along the way. I made the decision to leave my private practice. It was a bit impulsive, but I reached my breaking point. I needed a change. Let me tell you…..best decision I’ve made. The Unidentified Therapist is my long overdue self-care. It’s an outlet that some might relate to…..or not.

For years, I sat in quiet rooms listening to stories of pain, trauma, and resilience. I fought with insurance companies who didn’t care about people, only paperwork. I held the emotional weight of clients who didn’t always see me as human, just as a lifeline that was always supposed to be there. I smiled through exhaustion. I kept showing up when my own life was unraveling.

Somewhere along the way, I stopped recognizing myself. I became The Unidentified Therapist—a title that feels uncomfortably accurate.

This blog isn’t here to give you perfect mental health tips or self-care checklists. It’s here to tell the truth. The kind of truth therapists aren’t “supposed” to say out loud.

Here you’ll find:

• The unglamorous reality of burnout
• What it’s like to help others while you’re falling apart yourself
• The cracks in the mental health system that nobody wants to fix
• Moments of raw honesty from someone who’s supposed to “have it all together” but doesn’t

If you’ve ever been a therapist, client, or just a human trying to keep your head above water—you might see yourself here, too.

I’m writing this anonymously because I still work in mental health, and some truths are safer spoken from the shadows. But make no mistake—this is my real life.

I’m not here to give you a clean redemption arc. I’m here to tell the story as it is.