I barely cried when my dad took his life.
A little at the funeral. Not once in the three years that followed.
I'm a husband, dad of three, running a startup with my best friends. I started therapy because it seemed like the thing to do — to work through some of the stuff that had become heavy.
It helped. Sort of. But I kept having insights between sessions that I'd lose by the time I got back two weeks later. I wanted something that could process with me in real-time — connect the dots of my personality, my history, my patterns.
So I built it. A tool that would remember everything, challenge me, and not let me intellectualize my way out of feeling.
After my first session, I knew this needed to exist for other people too.
Since then, I've learned to let myself cry. Not every time I want to, but I do: in my wife's arms, and grieving things that really matter and deserve the emotion.
I can see the patterns I learned as a kid more clearly: holding it all together, making myself indispensable, keeping my emotions in check and taking crumbs. I catch them sooner now and am able to give myself space for what I really feel.
I say the true thing to my wife, even the hard things. When I get stuff wrong with my kids, I go back and repair.
I feel lighter. Not fixed. But freer and unstuck.
— Jason Murray, Richmond, VA