My Story

To Hell and Back.

I’ve been there. Anxious, depressed, hopeless, questioning God, wondering what the point of it all was. I lost motivation to do anything. I thought being bedridden was for the weak, but I learned it was for the hurting. I started some bad habits that only numbed the pain, and my life began to fall apart. The worst part of it all was hurting the people closest to me, damaging the relationship of my loved ones. So, what helped me to heal? 

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Talking. Not about surface-level things like work or the weather, or those pretend conversations of saying “I’m okay” so I don’t burden anyone with my troubles, but talking about what truly mattered: my pain, my fear, and my sense of lost purpose. That process changed me and taught me a valuable lesson on the power of relationships. Healing doesn’t happen through willpower – it happens through connection. I learned the hard way that you can’t just “get over it,” at least not alone.

That experience is why I became a therapist. I hope to provide the space for clients to experience what I have: change. I know what it’s like to feel broken. That’s how I know it’s not easy. If it feels challenging, just take the first step by booking a free call – what do you have to lose?