Who am I outside of therapy?

In my personal life, I can be found immersed in writing poetry or short stories, reading anything from feminist Greek mythology to historical fiction, playing a cozy videogame with my two cats on my lap, enjoying a rejuvenating vanilla latte, indulging my love for eccentric trinkets at antique stores, watching Adventure Time, or modeling productive rest and sweet self-care.

How did I become a therapist?

In my undergrad experience, I had a particular problem: I was interested in it ALL. I was a Spanish major for a few years, an education studies major, a women’s studies major, a gender & sexualities major, and ultimately, softly landed on an English major, with a creative writing minor, as well as gender & sexualities minor. It was perplexing for my loved ones to watch myself seemingly unable to find an anchor while also never losing passion for anything—my dream career somewhere on the tip of the tongue. During the pandemic, weeks after graduating from undergrad, I was forced to sit still as we all waited for the world to resume. I permitted myself to fully reflect upon my past, present, and future. I connected with myself and honored the fact that, always, my aspirations had been to have a career where I’m able to be authentic with my interactions, be brave with my words, and have the most human heart-to-hearts. The answer arrived.