Anne Sansone, MS NCC

07/31/2026

Emotions can get overwhelming and confusing sometimes. They can seemingly come out of the blue with no rhyme or reason. But here’s a little secret: you don’t HAVE to make sense of everything you’re feeling. It’s okay to acknowledge them and move on with your day without dissecting every emotion or putting all your energy into figuring out where they came from.
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07/30/2026

Be true to yourself and your experience. Another person’s lack of empathy or understanding is not your problem to solve.

07/28/2026

Thank you ACA! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

07/28/2026

This infographic from Simple Practice shows the average CASH RATE of therapy in each state (Here in we are at the median).
**Yes, I’ve shared this info before, but was able to find updated figures (and honestly, there hasn’t been much movement in the past 8 years, despite the changes to overall Cost of Living)**
Sounds like your therapist is rolling in the dough, right? Well, not so fast! In the interest of full transparency, it is important to note:
1. Most full time clinicians see (and can bill for) around 20 - 25 clients each week. This means that the other 15-20 hours (paperwork, meetings, etc) are UNPAID. *For every 1-hour client session, I put in AT LEAST an extra 30 minutes*
2. Insurance reimbursement is significantly less, about 50-60% of cash rate, depending on insurance company and type of session (intake/family/individual/group).
3. These figures are GROSS income for the business. The cost of doing business (rent, utilities, supplies, banking and credit card fees, malpractice/liability insurance) and keeping up our licenses (continuing education, renewal fees billed annually) take a HUGE chunk out of this. *This is all before we can pay ourselves a salary and take out personal expenses like income taxes, retirement savings, etc*

At the end of the day, it is easy to see how our degrees are consistently noted as having some of the the worst returns on investment for advanced degrees in the health care industry.

07/27/2026

07/26/2026

07/26/2026

Have you been spending your energy on something (or someone) that doesn’t deserve it? Where does that leave you and your needs?
Know your worth. Protect your peace.

07/24/2026

See also: “I was beat and turned out fine”

07/23/2026

When abusive parents say, “We didn’t know any better. We did the best we could,” I think about all the times you waited.

You waited until we got home.

You waited until the door closed.

You waited until nobody else was around.

You waited until there were no teachers, neighbours, relatives, friends, or witnesses.

You waited until your public face was no longer needed.

So no, I do not believe you had no idea what you were doing.

You knew enough to hide it.

You knew enough to say, “Wait until we get home.”

You knew enough to make the car ride silent and terrifying before anything had even happened.

You knew enough to change your tone in public, then change it back the second we were alone.

You knew enough not to say those things where other people could hear.

You knew enough not to hit, scream, threaten, shame, mock, or humiliate me in front of people whose opinion you cared about.

You knew enough to protect your image.

You just did not care enough to protect me.

That is the part I am done softening.

Because “we did the best we could” does not explain why your best had witnesses and your worst had privacy.

It does not explain why I had to act normal around other people, then brace myself when we got into the house.

It does not explain why I learned to read your mood from the back seat.

It does not explain why I knew the difference between the parent everyone else saw and the parent I had to survive behind closed doors.

That was not ignorance….
That was control.

That was knowing exactly where you could get away with it.

That was making sure the world saw one version of you and I paid the price for the other.

And then you wonder why I do not accept the excuse.

Because the prequel told me everything.

The warning.
The silence.
The tension.
The look.
The “wait until we get home.”

And the sequel told me everything too.

The denial.
The minimising.
The “that never happened.”
The “you’re remembering it wrong.”
The “we did our best.”

No.

You did not “do your best.”

You did what you thought you could get away with when nobody else was watching.

And if you knew enough to hide it, you knew enough to know it was wrong.