You've spent years being the strong one: the one everyone calls, the one who holds it together, makes the way out of no way, and checks on everybody else. From the outside, you're handling it. On the inside, your mind rarely rests. I work with Black women and girls carrying anxiety, stress, grief, and the quiet pressure to keep performing strength they never got to choose. Together, we make room for what's actually true: the exhaustion, the overthinking, the roles you learned to play so well that no one thinks to ask if they're heavy. Maybe you don't move quite like everyone around you: your timeline is your own, your choices raise eyebrows at the cookout or the holiday table, and the life you're building doesn't match the script you were handed. Being the different one is its own kind of heavy; it can be lonely in rooms full of people who love you. Here, your path isn't a deviation to explain; it's yours. You don't have to shrink it or make it make sense to anyone before it counts. In our sessions, you set the pace. We start with what feels heaviest today; we untangle the week you just lived; and we practice the small, real changes that make life a little lighter week by week…