Many years ago….

It felt like my brain was glitching, flooding me with fears I didn’t want and couldn’t shut off. I’d spiral, replay moments, beg my mind to stop. I searched for proof I wasn’t a negligent or terrible person. I asked for reassurance. I washed, counted, avoided, and ruminated. I didn’t recognize myself anymore. Anxiety and shame became all consuming, there when I woke, keeping me up at night. I tried to hold it together because I didn’t know how to explain what was happening when I barely understood it myself.

Then I found an article that finally named what I was living: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. When I brought it up in therapy and wasn’t believed, something clicked, not just about me, but about how misunderstood OCD and anxiety can be, even by caring therapists.

That moment changed everything. I was scared to apply to grad school, worried about the debt, the pressure, and whether I belonged. But I applied anyway. Now I know my own experience doesn’t disqualify me. In truth, it empowers me. It gives me an understanding no textbook ever could.

I don’t believe therapists need to know it all. I believe in showing up human, learning alongside you, and helping you find your way back to yourself. Over the years, I’ve worked in community settings with people of all ages, identities, and challenges, and that experience continues to deepen my passion.

Today, I work with people navigating anxiety, OCD, and shame, the very places I’ve been. Things CAN get better. I now live a life I didn’t think possible when I was in the depths of my struggle.

I’m here to walk alongside and help you. You’re not broken, and you don’t have to do this alone.