I remember coming home from school, slamming the door, and hiding under the covers trying to force myself not to cry. Once again, the other kids didn't wait for me to ride home together after school. I grew up in a small village in Switzerland, and we had to go to school by bicycle. I felt left behind, betrayed, lonely, and sad. It was a regular thing. Sometimes in the morning, sometimes after school. I can't even put this feeling of abandonment into words, it left me feeling so empty.

This week, I had a session with a client, and we spoke about the high stress levels and exhaustion she was experiencing at her new job.⁣ I shared with her how I recently got really angry at something. I was cleaning my dishes and somehow spilled water over my clothes. I got so angry at myself about this and couldn't believe I spilled dirty water over my favorite yoga pants.⁣ I took some deep breaths and realized: I haven't felt this way in a VERY long time.⁣

So, you overachiever (and perfectionist, and people pleaser). I got a confession to make: I used to be really good at hiding my emotions. I didn’t want anyone to see when I was „weak“ or when I had to cry.⁣ I used to believe that being emotional (aka feeling all the feels) was a bad thing.⁣ I used to believe that if people saw me cry, they would think I was a failure and they wouldn’t respect me as much anymore.⁣