Hello there! (Bonus for those of you that catch the Star Wars reference)

The last time I wrote a blog was in my late teens (stick around long enough and I might have teen Katie make a guest appearance). I’ve always been a lover of words and I found writing things down made me feel a lot less alone. I hope that’s what this space ends up being for you too, dear reader. 

I have often felt seen in words, whether that’s a moving story or the lyrics to a song. Someone else has felt the way I do and that normalizes it for me. I’m not broken, or weird, I’m human. 

This directly leads me to the question of why I do what I do as a mental health therapist. Through relationship and words, I long for people to know they are not alone. The guilt they feel when they rest? Yep. The anger they feel when someone does something hurtful? Yep. The shame they feel for thinking in a different way? Yep. The loneliness they feel when they feel unseen? Yep. I am here for it all. And chances are I’ve likely experienced those things too. 

Personally, I want to go to a therapist who is just as human as I am. There’s a myth about mental health therapists I’d like to speak to…we also hurt too. We also fuck up. We also stick our feet in our mouths. We also struggle in relationships. We are also human. 

A funny phenomenon I’m finding in the therapist world is that many of our “specialties” come from the pain we as people have worked through. Deep down, we know it’s possible to see the light at the end of the tunnel, that there is hope and healing possible because we’ve tasted it ourselves. This very thing allows us to invite hope into the therapy session because we see the possibilities on the other side of the pain. 

As someone who has dealt with her fair share of anxiety, I have learned to recognize the gifts anxiety comes with. Yes, I know, stay with me…Anxiety often means we are a deeply empathic creature. We feel the temperature of the room shift when something happens between humans (or animals). That right there is a superpower. So many times we misunderstand the gift or we weren’t taught how to wield our superpower; it becomes inflamed and shows up as a deep overwhelm, an anxiety that longs to be understood. Truly, your anxiety just wants you to feel safe, and that’s something we can always thank it for.

So, I digress (and now note I need to write some posts about anxiety!), here I am, a human mental health therapist who has seen her fair share of shit and is still here to live the story and be with you in your story.

Reach out here for a time to connect. I’d love to hear your story.

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