The therapist I needed, for the people who needed one too

Ibecame a therapist because in my early 20's I struggled on and off with anxiety, depression, and being kind to myself. This often looked like having social anxiety, difficulties voicing my wants and needs in relationships, and difficulty in conflict. It wasn't until I found therapy, did I experience real change and start learning tools that helped me show up better in my friendships and relationships.

I learned that much of what I was experiencing in the present — my anxiety and depression, were directly related to my upbringing and childhood. So many of us grew up in homes that weren't dramatic or dangerous, just… emotionally absent. Our feelings went unnamed. Our needs felt like too much. Or it felt like our parents were too involved in themselves or too defensive to really be connected with us. So we learned, very young, to manage on our own feelings. That kind of early experience doesn't always leave an obvious mark. It shows up later as the high-achiever who feels empty, the helper who can't ask for help, the person who looks fine and feels alone. I'm drawn to this work because I believe those adaptations were never flaws — they were brilliant, protective responses to a world that didn't quite meet you. And what adapted can heal.

My work is gentle, collaborative, and never about pushing you to relive the past. It's about slowly building the safety, self-connection, and compassion that maybe no one taught you — until being with yourself feels less like a battle and more like coming home.

"You don't need to be fixed. You need to be met — and that's exactly what we'll do together."