I became a therapist because I've been in that seat — needing someone to talk to, and not knowing if it would actually work.
There was a point in my life when things felt genuinely heavy. Not in a way I could explain to the people around me — just hard. I eventually found support that changed things. And I never forgot what it felt like to sit across from someone who actually understood, who didn't rush me or reduce me to a checklist.
That experience didn't just motivate me to become a therapist. It shaped the kind of therapist I became — one who leads with the relationship. One who treats every person who walks in, or logs on, as an individual with a story worth understanding.
Over a decade in, that hasn't changed. The credentials have grown. The conviction hasn't.