Why I Started Therapy: Finding Peace in the Chaos

Hey friends, if you’ve been following along, you know life has been a lot lately—moving to San Diego, growing the Rainmaker family, raising our boys—it’s been a beautiful season of chaos. 

But with all the changes, I started feeling like my nervous system was on overdrive.

When we left Chico, I quickly realized how much comfort I found in my routines there. I had my rhythm, my safe space, and when all that changed, it brought up emotions I wasn’t expecting. The old me would’ve just pushed through, pretending everything was fine. But this time, I knew I needed something more.

As soon as we got to San Diego, I decided to start therapy. And, let me tell you, it’s been so good for me. Hard, yes. But so, so good. There’s been a lot of tears (LOL) but also so much breakthrough. I’m working through old trauma, pain cycles (as my therapist calls it), and starting to see just how much I was holding onto.

Honestly, I used to think going to therapy meant you couldn’t handle life, but now I see how strong it makes you. If you’re like me, it’s easy to keep things bottled up and try to manage it all on your own. But asking for help? That’s where real strength comes in.

I’m sharing this because I know how isolating it can feel. I wanted to keep it real and let you know it’s okay to not have it all figured out. If you feel like you need to talk to someone, whether it’s a therapist or even a close friend, please do it. You’re not alone, and asking for help doesn’t make you weak—it makes you wise.

As much as I want to leave my boys financial stability and a legacy, I also want them to have emotional freedom. I don’t want to pass down trauma or pain cycles to them. That’s why I’m doing the work now, for them and for me.

I’ll keep you posted on this journey as I continue to grow, but for now, just know—it’s okay to ask for help.