I’ve been thinking a lot about how long I’ve been in therapy, and I recently realized it’s been about 10 (maybe even 11 years.) From the first moment to a very recent session, I strived to be fixed. And for one reason or another, I felt that I was never good enough. It was a deep seated belief that I just needed to fix myself-- if it wasn't my body, it was the way I navigated the world or it would be the way I spoke or the way I learned. And there has always been this consta

For a long time, I tried to hide parts of myself or squeeze into boxes. I'm so excited to start this chapter of my life. This is where I let my brain wander. You can tag along for the ride, of course but, I’m not sure where we'll end up. But what I do know is that I hope you will enjoy my little piece of happiness :)