
My Therapist Made Me...

My
Therapist
Made Me...
This is where I write to make sense of this thing called life.
The thoughts, moments and feelings are all real.
They are my truth.
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Who am I
Hi. I’m Stef.
I’m a mom, a professional overthinker, and the kind of person who can turn a minor inconvenience into a six-hour research project and, occasionally, a fully functioning software application.
I have approximately 47 tabs open at any given time... both in Chrome and in my brain.
My interests include asking questions no one else thought required investigation, aggressively Googling things until I understand them, starting projects that are wildly outside my existing skill set, and saying, “Okay, but how hard could it actually be?” immediately before discovering exactly how hard it could actually be.
I have children, a job, too many ideas, several unfinished projects, and absolutely no business starting another one.
And yet... here we are.
I’m deeply curious about basically everything. One minute I’m researching theology or whether Noah’s Ark could physically hold that many animals, the next I’m trying to understand some obscure government classification, fixing code I technically don’t know how to write in the first place, researching something for one of my kids, or asking the internet a question that probably should have remained an inside thought.
I like facts. I like rabbit holes. I like figuring out how things work. I especially like figuring out why something doesn’t work, although I become increasingly hostile toward it as the investigation continues.
I also have a tendency to overshare, use profanity as punctuation, and tell stories with far more context than anyone requested.
So I made a blog.
There is no niche here.
This is not a carefully curated corner of the internet where I pretend to have my shit together and teach you how to have yours together too.
Absolutely not.
This is where I put the things rattling around in my head: stories, opinions, questions, things I’ve learned, things I’m still trying to understand, motherhood, marriage, work, ridiculous observations, deep thoughts, shallow thoughts, and whatever completely unrelated subject has consumed me this week.
Basically, if you’ve ever thought: “I wonder if anyone else thinks about weird shit like this…”
Hi.
It’s me.
I do.









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