30/07/2026
I had one of those days in the therapy room recently.
Every single session.
Different person.
Same battle.
Their thoughts running the show.
Dictating how they felt.
Dictating what they believed was possible.
Dictating the quality of their entire day.
And the thing that struck me sitting there was this.
We treat our thoughts like facts.
Like they're reporting reality.
But they're not.
They're interpretations.
Predictions.
Old stories running on a loop.
The what ifs.
The worst case scenarios.
The quiet voice that says you won't cope.
And yet we believe them.
Every time.
I spent years doing the same thing.
A mind full of what ifs I couldn't answer.
Trying to control a future that hadn't happened yet.
What I've come to understand is this.
Confidence doesn't come from certainty.
It comes from trusting that if things didn't go perfectly, you'd cope.
Maybe the work isn't answering every what if.
Maybe it's noticing when your thoughts are predicting pain.
And asking a quieter question instead.
What's the most likely outcome here.
And can that be enough for today.