Online Therapy for ADHD & Binge Eating in South Carolina
Food shouldn’t feel like a full-time job.

Your planner looks like the container store, every color coded block in its place: meal prep, Pilates, a work call, happy hour. But your throat and chest tighten, and you’re thinking, I’m going to lose my mind. Last week’s plan dissolved into takeout, Nutella straight from the jar, and your gym bag giving you the evil eye.
hey brilliant burnout babe, you
I know how exhausting it is to look around your life and think, “how the hell did it get this loud?” Not just in your house, but in your head.
You’re juggling food rules, schedules, deadlines, and feelings like it’s your side hustle.
It’s 1 a.m., you’re panic-Googling “why can’t I stick to anything?” with a face mask on, while takeout boxes and laundry silently judge. You’ve got a new planner, five abandoned Notion templates, and a nervous system running on 3% since… well, since forever.
And don’t forget the inner crew:
Self-Doubt (chronically online)
Imposter Syndrome (PhD in subtle sabotage)
The Overfunctioner (sure that if you just find the right system, life will click into place)
Meanwhile, your body whispers: “I need a nap, a scream, a snack, and maybe a decade sabbatical.”
You swear you’ll finally “get your sh*t together” after this week, this launch, this hormone cycle. But deep down—way down, like “that watercolor you painted under your bed” down—you know the chaos isn’t going anywhere.
You’re meant for more than surviving schedules and snack-induced panic.
There’s a version of you who’s free, unshackled, and finally at home in her body.
what do you need support with?
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Overthinking Tangle
Your brain has 67 tabs open at all times. Replaying conversations, collecting lists, and keeping track of all your ‘shoulds’. You’re being responsible. But it feels more and more like you’re being crushed by your own brain.
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Food Noise
Every meal, snack, and craving comes with a running commentary. “Can I have this? Should I skip that? What about dinner?” The voice never shuts off, not in meetings, not on walks, not even during your favorite show. It’s relentless, judgmental, and somehow feels louder than the people actually talking around you.
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Secret Binging
The takeout container whispers your name at midnight. The peanut butter jar suddenly becomes an emergency. You promise “just one bite,” and somehow the whole thing disappears, leaving a mix of shame, guilt, and disbelief that anyone could have eaten that much. Your stomach sours just like your self confidence.
Hello love bug!
I already poured us some coffee and lit a candle that smells like Anthropologie. Go ahead, breathe it in! And grab a coloring book or craft bag of your choice - I’ve already got a raglan sweater for you on the needles.
I’m Emilea Richardson.
Woman, She/Her, Nervous System Nerd.
I was raised on gold stars and extra credit, started sneaking food when I was five or so, and am emotionally fluent in Overthinking (“what did it mean when her lips pursed before she said ‘I’m fine’… is she mad at me?”).
Intuitive guide, Rescuer of caged souls, and Play therapist turned Sworn Protector of all neurospicy women who are tired of holding it together.
If nothing changes, the cage remains locked. Obsession, panic, and exhaustion running the show. You’ll keep trying to “get it together” while your wings stay clipped and your flight postponed indefinitely.
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