I never imagined myself as a therapist, even though my career aptitude tests always seemed to think otherwise. At 17, I remember thinking, “I don't want to sit and listen to people cry all day.” (super empathetic, right?) It wasn't that I didn't care deeply about people — my own life already felt overwhelming. I didn't yet know how to slow down, make space, or understand why I was choosing what I was choosing.
Learning how to do that took time, intention, and relationship. Nothing shifted all at once — it happened through people willing to sit with me and walk alongside me when things felt heavy.
And somewhere along the way, here I am. ✨A therapist.
