For When You Don’t Need Advice, Just Proof That Someone Else Gets It Too

I didn’t set out to write a blog series about dating. I set out to survive it.

As a therapist, I spend a lot of time helping people name their patterns, make sense of their emotions, and fight for healthier relationships. But when it came to my own love life? Let’s just say there’s a reason those patterns were so easy for me to recognize. They’re the same ones I see in myself through swiping, spiraling, and wondering what the hell happened to dating.

This isn’t a guide. It’s not clinical. It’s part journal, part therapy room, part group chat at 11 p.m. 

Plain and simple: dating is hard. It can stir up a lot of different emotions and you can easily feel like you’re alone in the world. It can feel like a mix of job interviews, ghost stories, and emotional marathons no one trained us for. 

Sure, we can work on how we approach it but there are things that we can’t change. There are parts of the system that are just objectively broken. From the superficial to the true deep emotions that keep us up at night. It can break our self-esteem and our sense of hope while making our nervous system feel like it’s on fire. 

My therapist (shout out Alyssa) says I should write a book. But for now, this series will do. I’ve got stories to spare and I know I’m not the only one.

I’ve written about the moments that leave us wondering if we’re too much or not enough. The silence after vulnerability. The situationships that feel like almost-love but never quite made it. The way dating apps can make us feel disposable, and how even the people who care about us sometimes say the wrong thing. I’ve written about the ache, the rage, the hope, and yes, the humor because sometimes laughing is the only way to keep from falling apart.

Whether you’re single, dating, healing from something that never even got a label, or just tired, this series is for you.

If you’ve ever wondered, “Is it just me?” it’s not.
So let’s not hide it. Let’s actually talk about it. All of it.