I tried to donate clothes, and it turned into a full-blown event.
Nothing went as planned, and instead I got served attitude, audacity, and a whole lesson in boundaries.

Here’s a quick bonus drop of chaos while I wrap up episode six.
This one is petty, honest, and sprinkled with just enough ratchet — exactly how we do it here on Therapy-ish™.

Storytelling, humor, and a peek into what happens when I’m left with ZERO patience, no snacks, and 20% phone battery.

Let’s unpack. 🖤

In this episode, we talk about the moment I realized I was out here accepting crumbs from people who didn’t even deserve to lick the plate.

We start with "Caleb" — the man who swore he was “different” but turned out to be the discount court jester at the wrong castle. And then we take a trip to Philadelphia… where I got fully stood up. No text. No call. Just silence and a suitcase.

But here’s the part I didn’t see coming:
The Uber driver was the plot twist.

We’re talking:
• Bare Minimøl™ behavior (side effects may include delusion)
• Crumbs vs. full meals
• Romanticizing “potential” instead of reality
• Realizing you were the one doing the choosing all along

And yes, mozzarella sticks were involved.

This is not a sad story.
This is a reclaim your voice story.

Welcome to Therapy-ish™.

Where we talk our shit, so we don’t lose our shit. 💋

Therapy-ish™ rips the silk sheet off the world of fetishes and kinks - from the playful to the taboo. This isn't about shame, it's about curiosity, power and the raw freedom of owning what turns you on.