Years before I began the education to become a therapist, I was a client.

Nothing has shaped me as much as the work I’ve done to go into my own story with a compassionate witness—someone who named things before I could see them, and someone who helped me recover the goodness I’d lost in myself along the way. Therapy was where I learned to let myself be seen, let myself be soothed, and let myself be safe. This has impacted every other relationship I have.

I’m a mom to 4 kiddos, a partner to the best guy I’ve ever known, a friend to a small circle of folks who have loved me and laughed with me for a lifetime (or, a season of a lifetime), and a therapist to the bravest and most beautiful people. I’m an east coast transplant with my roots in Maryland; a lover of blue crabs and the Baltimore Ravens, all the while making my home here in the Colorado mountains. I believe that beauty and play are the language of healing, and that a cup of coffee can’t fix us, but can make any day just a little bit better. Laughter has saved me in some of the darkest moments of my life, and I hold onto it like a life raft. I believe that the truth of the gospel is that nothing is too dead to come back to life, and I believe that the gospel is for everyone.

I do this work because I’ve seen my life changed by it, and because my life is still being changed by it.

When I say you aren’t alone, it’s because I have taken the long, hard, slow, soft way through my own story of trauma, anxiety, religious deconstruction, marriage and motherhood. It’s my greatest privilege to meet you in these spaces.