I think we have a strange idea of what therapy working is supposed to look like.
There should be a moment.
A realization. A breakthrough. Something finally clicks and suddenly you can see your whole life differently. Maybe you cry. Maybe your therapist says something profound. Maybe the clouds part and a beam of sunlight shines directly onto the therapy couch.
And sometimes therapy does have moments like that.
But honestly, a lot of the change I see doesn’t happen that way at all.
It happens so quietly that people miss it.
Someone will be sitting in my office telling me about an argument they had with their partner. They’ll tell me what happened, what they said, what they did afterward.
And I’ll realize they didn’t do the thing.
The thing they have done almost every time we’ve talked about conflict for the last two years.
They didn’t panic and try to fix it immediately. They didn’t send twelve texts explaining themselves. They didn’t decide the relationship was over. They didn’t spend the next three days replaying the conversation.
They just had an argument.
And they keep telling me the story like nothing particularly interesting happened.
Or someone who has spent years organizing their life around what everyone else needs will casually tell me they said no to something.
Not as an announcement.
Not, “I USED A BOUNDARY.”
Just, “I couldn’t do it Thursday, so I told her I wasn’t available.”
And then they keep talking.
Meanwhile, I’m thinking about how six months ago we spent an entire session talking about the guilt they felt after telling someone they couldn’t help them.
This is what change often looks like in therapy.
It becomes unremarkable.
The thing that used to take up the whole room gets smaller. The reaction that used to happen automatically doesn’t happen every time. Something that used to ruin an entire weekend ruins an hour. You explain yourself less. You recover faster. You come back to yourself sooner.
Eventually, the new thing becomes so normal that you forget there was a time when it was incredibly hard.
Sometimes I point it out.
“Do you realize what you just did?”
We’ll look back at where they were six months ago or a year ago, and suddenly they can see the distance they’ve traveled.
Other times, they have absolutely no idea.
They’ll tell me, “I don’t know. Things have just been better lately.”
Maybe it’s the new job. Maybe their relationship has gotten better. Maybe they’re sleeping more. Maybe they finally stopped caring so much.
And sometimes I’ll point out the work they’ve done.
Other times, I don’t.
Because therapy doesn’t need the credit.
I don’t need the credit.
Honestly, I’m not even sure we can always know exactly what deserves the credit.
Human beings aren’t controlled experiments. Life keeps happening while therapy is happening. Relationships change. Circumstances change. We get older. We learn things. We lose things. We make different choices.
Maybe therapy changed something.
Maybe life did.
Probably both.
What matters to me is that something that once hurt doesn’t hurt quite as much anymore. Something that once controlled you has a little less power. Something you once did automatically has become something you can choose.
The goal isn’t for you to become really good at therapy.
The goal isn’t for you to spend the rest of your life identifying your patterns, analyzing your childhood, tracking every response, or perfectly explaining why you are the way you are.
The goal is for you to go live your life.
And maybe one day something happens that used to send you completely sideways.
Except this time it doesn’t.
You handle it.
You move on.
You go make dinner.
And maybe you don’t even notice.
Honestly, I kind of love it when you don’t.
Because somewhere along the way, the thing we worked so hard for stopped feeling like work.
It just became how you are now.
Embracing Shadows, Illuminating Hope,
Chelsey Fjeldheim, LCSW
Empowering Souls on the Path of Healing
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