In this brutally honest and slightly comedic session, I return to therapy after a "bandwidth-deficient" cancellation. Last week? A hot mess.
In this brutally honest and slightly comedic session, I return to therapy after a "bandwidth-deficient" cancellation. Last week? A hot mess.
In this tender and emotional session, I open up about a moment that caught me completely off guard — a wave of unexpected feelings after seeing a photo of three-year-old me, barefoot in Nairobi.
In this late-night confessional therapy session, I unpack the wild series of events that led me to make homemade french fries at 4AM while binge-watching Murder, She Wrote. Was it hunger? Boredom? Anxiety? Or a cry for help in truffle aioli form?
I open up about the first time I called Dr. Joy’s office—and how I cried like a baby. Because making that call wasn’t just about therapy. It was about choosing me.
This week’s session isn’t about heartbreak, chaos, or confusion—it’s about joy. After reconnecting with old friends and embracing new ones, I’ve been floating in this beautiful wave of feminine energy.
In this unfiltered emergency session, I walk into therapy straight from emotional chaos. God might be testing me — or maybe someone just sprinkled crack in my champagne. Either way, I’m in deep.
From strangers sharing their deepest pain, to memories of a friend lost to suicide, to singing my childhood comfort song out loud — this episode is for anyone who’s ever felt like a vessel, unsure of what to do with what they’ve been entrusted to hold.
In this impromptu emergency session, I decode a wild dream that shook me to my core — a punch to the heart, a strange man in a church bathroom, and a gut feeling that maybe this dream wasn’t just a dream.
After a soul-refilling Thanksgiving, I pop in for a quick session with my imaginary therapist to unpack joy, reconnection, and small acts of self-care.
On November 1st, 2022, Ellen woke up to the devastating news of Migos rapper Takeoff’s death. What followed was a cascade of emotions.