Session’s Over…Let’s Talk About Me Now

Welcome! My name is Jonathan Scheppegrell, and I am a Licensed Professional Counselor in the state of Colorado, but more importantly I am a human being with a mild Dr. Pepper addiction, a tendency to overthink text messages, and a suspiciously long list of unread self-help books.

Welcome to “Couch Confessions: The Unlicensed Life of a Therapist” a place where we unpack what it’s like to be the one doing the unpacking! Now, this isn’t a place for treatment plans, diagnoses, or inspirational quotes pasted over sunsets (although, no shade if you love those). This blog is a behind-the-scenes look at the life of a therapist, the off-the-clock reality of a therapist just trying to live, laugh, love….and not lose it in their favorite aisle of Target.

I imagine you might be asking why a fully licensed therapist would refer to their blog as “Unlicensed” and first…no, I am not here illegally giving out therapy. Calm down.

“Unlicensed” is a metaphor for what happens when the office door closes, the name badge comes off, and I stop embracing the cliché phrase “How did that make you feel?” and start asking things like “Should I text him back even though I know he’s a walking red flag?”

The truth is simple: we don’t stop being therapists, but we also don’t stop being people either. This blog is focused on that fine line, that weird in-between space when I know better, but do it anyway; when I set boundaries, then break them for brunch; when I give stellar advice all day and still call my best friend crying at 10:00 p.m.

“In-Between space” is where life happens, where those raw stories of dating disasters, friendship break ups, and burnout spirals, get mashed together with some healing. This is what you can expect to experience, real life reflections. The Therapist brain never turns off completely, so expect a little introspection mixed in with sarcasm and unfiltered humor. I mean if we can’t laugh about this wild ride, we’re definitely crying—and I charge for that.

Who is this blog for you may ask, well I am getting to that. Therapists. Soon-to-be Therapists. Burned-out Therapists. People who think therapists have it all together (spoiler: we don’t). Anyone curious about what it’s like to carry everyone else’s stuff while trying to carry our own. If you’ve ever thought, “Wow, I wish I could talk to a therapist about my life,” imagine how wild it is to be one.

So, grab your emotional support beverage of choice (Dr. Pepper, Sprite, shot of whiskey, a nice Merlot, whatever), take off the emotional labor for a second, and settle in on this metaphorical (and occasionally literal) couch.

I am not here to fix you. I am here to tell the truth-and maybe help you laugh about it along the way.

Welcome to Couch Confessions. The sessions over, but the stories are just beginning.