My Story

I’m called to offer therapy to caregivers because I’ve been there. I know the struggles that come with doing this work:  being pulled in all directions, feeling like I’ve lost my identity, losing my boundaries and having self-care feel impossible in the midst of the chaos.

Care work was happening at super human levels in my house growing up. My sister was born with a disability and had a lot of extra needs, and I witnessed the toll that that took on my Mom without her getting the support she needed. 

And then becoming a Mom myself has been a mind bending experience, joyful and rich AND really hard. It took me 4 years to become a Mom and yet even after this long waiting period, I felt so unprepared for how challenging parenting could be. We had some scary time in the hospital early on, I had a baby who cried a lot and didn’t sleep and then I experienced post part depression.

I learned how much our culture puts motherhood on a pedestal and yet continues to devalue care work. I love my daughter more than anything and yet I’ve struggled with feeling “not enough” for my time mothering and homemaking and continue to wrestle with the balance of “work” and family care. 

And lately I’ve also entered the territory of the sandwich generation. My Mom’s health plummeted very suddenly and I was thrown into deep care work for her. Navigating the health care system, feeling out the transition of the mother/daughter relationship, figuring out appointments, medication and pain management, sibling dynamics and, and, and…it’s been a steep learning curve on a lot of fronts. 

And I also come to this work knowing deeply, in my bones that we can’t show up for our people if we’re not showing up for ourselves. Full stop. That putting ourselves first does not mean putting them last. 

I understand that that can feel impossible in the midst of the mess. And I’m here to help you carve out your own path back to yourself. Because I know how invaluable it is to have someone walk beside you and help you find the way.