Therapy Wasn’t My First Career—But It Was My Calling

As a type-A, overachieving, eldest sibling (and only girl), I always knew what I wanted—or thought I did. My childhood dream was to become an architect. I loved sketching and designing spaces, imagining structure and order.

But when it came time to live that dream, reality didn’t align. I found myself disillusioned, lost, and financially stuck in the not-so-glamorous phase of a career pivot. No beach. No Mai Tais. Just a pull to do something more meaningful.

I had always been torn between Finance and Psychology, but my intuition—my gut, my fire—pushed me toward Psychology. And I’ve never looked back.

Like Most Humans, My Family Has Been Through It

Addiction. Divorce. Trauma. Dysfunction.
I’ve seen how messy life gets—and how people we love can cause pain even when they don’t mean to. If you’ve ever struggled to separate someone’s value from their behavior, I get it.

What I’ve learned:

• We all carry scars.

• Intent doesn’t always match impact.

• You can love someone and still need boundaries.

• And no—you don’t get to choose your family, but you do get to choose how you live and who you become.

“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” – Gandhi

That quote has stuck with me. Life is short, and connection is everything. I believe in making the most of this wild ride—not by obsessing over trivial details, but by showing up, loving hard, and growing endlessly.

When I’m Not Doing Therapy...

You can find me deep into a romance novel, rewatching zombie apocalypse movies, or experimenting with needlepoint (while being side-eyed by my two Siberian Huskies, Maddison and Harley—who are pretty sure they’re training me).

I’m a Colorado native, which means I’m happiest hiking, mountain biking, snowboarding, climbing, or just soaking in the magic of the mountains.