Let’s be real—hauling emotional baggage through life is way less fun than hauling your weekend bag to a cabin up north. Yet here we are, schlepping around years of accumulated stress, outdated coping mechanisms, and other people’s expectations like we’re training for some twisted marathon through the Minneapolis skyways.

If you’re anything like the accomplished women at Therapie, you’ve got your sh*t together—at least on paper. Unlike certain relatives (yes, Susan who posts conspiracy theories on Facebook) or that colleague who microwaves tuna melts in the break room, you actually possess self-awareness. You speak fluent therapy—”boundaries,” “emotional bandwidth,” and everyone’s favorite party trick, “unresolved trauma.”

Yet somehow you’re still drowning. That knot in your chest follows you everywhere, making actual relaxation feel like a foreign concept. You finally carve out an hour for yourself but waste it catastrophizing about tomorrow’s meetings or hate-watching Instagram stories. Meanwhile, your body’s throwing its own tantrum—hello, tension headaches, mysterious fatigue, and digestive drama that no amount of overpriced probiotics can fix.

The real kicker? Asking for help somehow becomes another item on your already ridiculous to-do list. Your partner needs a PowerPoint presentation to understand why you’re overwhelmed. Your friends require emotional hand-holding while you explain your needs. Once again, you’re the project manager of your own support system—because apparently, even getting help requires you to do most of the heavy lifting.

Our therapists get this cosmic joke intimately. We see through the “I’m fine” facade that Minneapolis women have perfected, and we’re here to help you finally put down those bags—without judgment, guilt trips, or toxic positivity.