01/30/2026
I had a big realization in therapy today.
For most of my life, I’ve carried this belief that I was too much. Too emotional. Too intense. Too expressive. Too noticeable.
And that being “too much” was a bad thing.
Lately, that story has been loosening. Reframing into…maybe being too much isn’t wrong yet it’s still scary to be seen.
But today something shifted.
What if I am too much AND (there is so much evidence that) my too-muchness is actually a gift?
What if the very thing I learned to shrink IS the thing that makes space for others to expand?
Because when I really look at my life, with my kids, my clients, my friends, my home, my work…there has never been a moment where someone else’s “too much” was too much for me.
Big feelings. Messy stories. Nervous systems on fire. Pain, joy, grief, intensity, chaos, truth.
I can be with it.
How incredibly special and unique is it to be someone who can say: No one is ever too much to be with me.
And maybe the most radical thing I can do is let myself be held by that same spaciousness.
Let your roots be loud 🌱