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These bios are always a little awkward to me, but here is my story of how I became a therapist and what I would like to offer you when you come to talk with me.

From the time I was little, I’ve felt deeply, whole-heartedly. However, this was tricky growing up in a home with parents who taught me that life is hard and full of tragedy. (Both of them lost a child and faced divorce before they found each other and had me.) I learned that emotions were to be buried down deep and not let out.

Art was my freedom early in life. By drawing pictures of cows and writing poems about cats and leprechauns, I soaked in all the chances I could to express what was happening inside. A blank page for abstract painting, a notebook for journaling, or a silent room for playing classical piano was my therapy in my teen years.

Being highly sensitive has its low points. I felt the tension that would come and go at home, at school, with my peers. I was the girl who cried in my Algebra II class when I could tell the teacher wanted to communicate something but lacked the right words to convey his knowledge. I know what loneliness and rejection feel like. I tended to observe while others participated until I found myself and my people. 

And when I did finally find myself, I realized that I kept saying, “I want to help people.”