My (Painfully) Long Journey into Private Practice

I never saw myself in private practice this “early on” in my professional career. I always associated that with something therapists did when they reached their 50s or 60s, when they had gained all the wisdom after decades of work. I laugh at that thought now, because in the mental health field you will never know ALL the things. But putting time and energy to specialize in areas that light me up has really set me, and my clients, up for success.

I always worked for agencies, residential, and even in-home programs with children, families, and adults. I cannot argue that after doing that for almost 15 years that it has truly contributed to how I operate as a therapist, and just overall a human being who tries to see experiences and emotions through every lens possible.

My journey has felt painfully long, feeling set back by the confines of a global pandemic, by the emotionally exhausting long list of other global atrocities, by being consumed with motherhood and all things children, lack of consistent childcare, and also navigating grief after the death losses of two of my favorite humans, less than a year apart.

The logistical part has felt time consuming, but easy now that I made space for prioritizing uninterrupted time to get this started. But the emotional piece has taken much longer. I am happy to say that I am here and that I am ready for what this journey holds for me. And if you’re reading along, I am SO happy for you to be here and be a supportive part of it!

THANK YOU.