I have a lot of respect for what it can take to come to therapy. There’s something really meaningful to me about a person deciding to make that appointment, show up, and let someone else into parts of their life that may be difficult to understand or even put into words. I don’t take that trust lightly.
I don’t see myself as someone who is supposed to have all the answers. I see therapy as a place where we can slow things down, get curious about what’s happening, and try to make sense of it together; particularly those times when you may be trying to figure out who you are, what you want for yourself, or how to find your own voice. Having navigated different cultural worlds myself, I understand some of the complexity that can come with balancing family and cultural expectations with your own needs, values, and hopes for your life. My path into psychotherapy has grown out of many years of working with children, youth, adults, and families in community and crisis-support settings. I’m now completing my Master of Arts in Counselling Psychology, and I see this next chapter as an opportunity to deepen something I’ve valued throughout my work: listening closely to people, understanding the context of their lives, and helping them recognize the strengths and possibilities they may not always see in themselves.
Outside of therapy, I’m a mom to two girls, an enthusiastic reader of romance and fantasy (even better when they’re combined), and someone who believes there is a lot to be said for finding joy in small things. I love baking, watching Formula One, coffee (probably more than is reasonable), and adding a little bit of whimsy wherever I can. You’ll also rarely find my desk without a collection of fidgets nearby. I think there is something meaningful about making room for both the difficult parts of life and the things that bring us comfort, curiosity, laughter, and a sense of being ourselves.
