I ghosted my therapist.
Yeah, I did what I tell my own clients not to do.
A few years ago, I stopped showing up to therapy.
No goodbye. No explanation. Just… gone.
At the time, I told myself I was “too busy.”
In truth, I was too ashamed.
Therapy was going well—until it wasn’t.
We hit a nerve during one session, and I couldn’t sit with it.
Too raw. Too vulnerable.
I left thinking, I’ll reschedule when I’m ready.
But ready never came.
Ghosting felt easier than admitting I was scared.
That I didn’t want to face the pain.
That progress sometimes looks like falling apart before rebuilding.
It took me 4 months to reach back out.
I sent a short email:
“Hey, sorry I disappeared. Can we pick back up?”
My therapist replied: “Of course. Glad to hear from you.”
No guilt trip. No judgment.
Just acceptance—and a reminder:
Healing isn’t linear. And neither is showing up.
If you’ve fallen off the self-care wagon…
It’s okay. You’re not broken.
You’re human.
Reach back out. Rebook the session.
Apologize if you need to—but don’t let shame keep you stuck.
Your future self will thank you.
Ever ghosted someone who was trying to help you?
Send this to a friend who might need a reminder that it’s okay to begin again.
From a therapist: yes, it's okay. When you're ready, reach back out and let's meet again. Glad the therapist handled it that way. If you have a therapist that judges you for things like this, find a better therapist.
My therapist told me to write down my feelings. I don’t think she expected this. What follows is less “feelings” and more stray thoughts, complaints, and bad jokes that sound better in my head than in public.
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