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I believe origin stories matter. They show us where someone has been and the paths they’ve taken to arrive where they are today. So, here’s mine.
 

I didn’t always know I wanted to be a therapist. In fact, when I first went to college, I had no idea what a social worker even was. I earned my bachelor’s degree in City Planning, fully intending to pursue a career in that field. But life, as it often does, had other plans. After graduating, I struggled to find a job in my chosen field and ended up teaching English to adult learners who had come to this country as refugees.
 

That experience was eye-opening. It was my first exposure to people who had endured unimaginable trauma and loss, yet were still navigating immense challenges in our so-called “land of opportunity.” I was struck by their resilience, but also deeply frustrated by the systemic barriers they faced. I wanted to help. So, I went back to school to earn my master’s degree in social work.
 

At first, I was adamant that I didn’t want to be a therapist. I planned to focus on policy work, advocating for system-level changes to improve lives on a broader scale. But life intervened again. During a painful struggle with infertility, I sought out therapy for the first time. It was in those sessions that I discovered the profound healing that happens in a safe, trusting therapeutic relationship. For the first time, I felt truly seen, understood, and supported.
 

That experience changed everything for me. I realized that the connection and transformation I experienced were what I wanted to offer others.
 

As a mom myself, I understand the weight of the roles you juggle and the deep desire to find balance, peace, and joy amidst the chaos. I know how daunting it can feel to find a therapist who truly gets you. But I also know how life-changing the right support can be.