once upon a time…

backstage, green room, parking lot, rest stop, festival, camp ground, coffee shop, party house, i found myself, more often than not, counseling someone in crisis. as if i was wearing a *will provide psychiatric help* beacon.

i followed through with what inherently happened, went to grad school + became a therapist. i love this work because it comes naturally. i don’t remember making the decision to help anyone with their mental health. it is something that i do + have always done.

the way out is always through.

it’s impossible to learn about mental health without a fair amount of introspection + self-work. after i finished grad school, i went on a journey to intentionally process my own grief, trauma + unhealthy relationship patterns.

that journey led me to explore exciting new areas of study + personal transformation through various modalities that continue to shape how I relate to myself, my loved ones + my clients.

as i continue to learn, grow + develop my work as a helper, i am perpetually reminded that there is no end in sight. learning to cope with the reckless duality of the human spirit is a lifelong commitment.