My Name Is Lucy von Fahnestock

Allow me to introduce myself. Oh, and go suck a lemon.

No one really knows me these days, except a select few people. That’s how I prefer it. I’m selective about what I reveal and who I reveal it to. I have my reasons.

I dove in deep this year with a new therapist. She’s nuts. A quack. A whack-job – bless her heart. But! She’s effective. I’ve never felt more grounded in who I am.

Fair warning, Rational Emotive Behavioral Therapy (REBT) isn’t for the weak, and it’s the first thing that’s ever cut through my chaos.

Now, to dive into my story. But where do I start? It’s all so juicy. Stay with me!

I could avoid the drama and pain, but where’s the fun in that? Why would you keep reading this? While I ponder, check out my [Instagram]. Go ahead, pore over the grid.

It’s curated chaos – just the parts I want you to see.

The rest? That’s for the brave.

Stay tuned. I’ve been above the clouds for a while now – and I’m finally ready to show you what it looks like up here. You’ll get to know me piece by piece – just like I got to know myself.

So…Who Am I?

I’m just a girl. A girl doing her best to be her best. But I didn’t always work to “be better.” For a long time, I tried desperately to disappear and stop existing.

I would numb in different ways.

But no matter what…

The goal was to stop feeling.

I felt too much at times. It was overwhelming and overpowering. I had no outlet, no release, no safety. So it makes sense I found myself in sticky situations, relationships that blew up in my face, and a rock bottom I clawed my way out of.

Assume what you want.

But you don’t know what I’m talking about – yet. 

I’ll share when I’m ready, once I’ve set the intricate pieces of my story in place.

If you’re still here, thank you.

I don’t take being seen lightly. 

More soon – next time, I’ll tell you what this all means, and why I’m finally ready to share it.

XOXO, Lucy