Life After Therapy and Medication: Finding My Soft Era

I never thought I’d get here. For so long, life felt like survival—just trying to make it through the day without crumbling under the weight of my own thoughts. Therapy felt scary. Medication felt like admitting defeat. But the truth? They saved me.

On the other side of the hard work, I’ve found something I didn’t know existed: ease. The softness of life.

I wake up and the world doesn’t feel heavy anymore. My chest isn’t tight with dread. My thoughts aren’t spiraling in a thousand directions. I laugh more easily. I breathe deeper. I notice the small things—the way sunlight filters through the window, the way my kids’ laughter fills the house, the comfort of my own body finally feeling safe to live in.

This is what I call my lover girl era. Where I’m not just existing, but truly living. Where love flows freely—toward myself, toward others, toward the life I’m creating. It’s in the slow mornings with coffee, in holding hands without rushing, in saying “I love you” and actually letting myself feel it.

Therapy helped me untangle the knots inside me. Medication gave me the balance I needed to function. Together, they gave me back my joy.

I used to think happiness was something reserved for other people, people who had it all figured out. But now I know—it’s possible for me, too. I just had to reach for the help I deserved.

Life on this side is softer. Sweeter. More mine. And I’ll never stop being grateful that I finally chose to believe I was worth the healing.