My own story has had many twists and turns, and, like yours, is still being written.

 

Being of service to others, having a sense of spirituality, and an intention to make an impact has been a natural part of who I am. I was raised by an inner-city minister who taught me to have respect for diversity and all walks of life. I was made keenly aware that everyone has a story of suffering and a need for hope and redemption. And that is the common thread running through us all. 

 

I became a therapist because I want everyone to have a place where they feel heard, seen, and validated. I know how important the right help is for our sense of belonging and acceptance. I've graduated from my own 'school of hard knocks,' and I believe that if I hadn't sought, and found, the right support along the way the road would have been even rougher.

 

My role as therapist isn't to tell you what's wrong with you. It's to make sure you know I see your struggle, I get what that emotional pain feels like too, and I am a willing companion, walking beside you, on this part of your journey.

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I started out as a graphic designer and my projects in art school were always public health-related, but I ended up in a corporate job. After I realized I could die in my cubicle and no one would notice for days, I started feeding my soul through volunteer work with teens. One day, I decided that was more fulfilling and I started a journey of grad school and career change. My son was 5 when, as a single mom, I quit my job, took out loans, and attended Social Work school full time. I had one friend who supported this decision. Everyone else thought I was absolutely bonkers. That was almost 20 years ago.