About Me

For years I worked as a paralegal, working on cases of discrimination, sexual harassment, and unfair labor practices. Eventually, I realized that my favorite part of the job was speaking with our clients and hearing their stories. I saw how powerful it was for them to be heard and how grateful they were to have someone be a witness to their experiences.

At some point, I felt burnt out and overwhelmed by life circumstances and began my own therapy. I am forever grateful to the therapist who provided me with the safety and acceptance I needed to look within myself, find my calling, and take the frightening leap of leaving my job to go back to school to become a therapist myself. I feel so privileged to be able to pay it forward and to do the same for the clients I work with.

Fun Fact: lately I’ve been feeling inspired by the clown. Across many ancient cultures, clowns were used to help communities process what felt too heavy to hold. Through play, exaggeration, and laughter, they made space for grief, fear, and chaos to move dynamically instead of staying stuck.

Rather than pushing parts of ourselves down, the clown invites us to bring them into the light. The clown doesn’t fix, perform, or strive for perfection. They stay fully embodied and present in the moment, however messy it is. And that presence, along with laughter, has long been understood to be deeply healing.

For anyone living with chronic illness, grief, or depression, and doing the exhausting work of masking just to belong, this is radical. The clown sees the effort it takes to keep going and says: Drop the mask! Stop performing! Come play! You already belong!

It’s permission to just BE. And you might be surprised at the parts of yourself that emerge when the mask loses its grip.