Growing up, I didn’t call it therapy; I called it volleyball. I started playing sports in kindergarten, but, around the age of 12, volleyball became my true passion. From that point on, the court wasn’t just where I played: it was where I coped. Every teenage hardship, heartbreak, and worry was filtered through the constant drills, the competitions, and the grounding repetition of practices. Volleyball was a constant, a kind of emotional home I could return to no matter what was happening outside the gym.

We all fall into that familiar loop:
“If only he would…”
“What if she just…”
“When will they finally…”
Or the classic: “Why can’t they just…?”
The problem with this cycle is that it keeps us stuck in disappointment. We set ourselves up with expectation, often silently, and then wonder why we feel let down when they aren’t met.

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