My life today looks drastically different from even two years ago. The journey here wasn't linear. It was messy, sacred, and transformative. Through my own experience navigating complex family dynamics and relational wounds, I discovered that healing happens best when we stop separating our mothering from our humanity, our minds from our bodies and souls, our faith from our feelings, and our theology from our therapy.

I bring academic training in counseling psychology as well as theology and culture. But just as much, I bring the lived experience of catching myself mid-pattern, of wanting to hand my daughters something different than what I was handed, and of doing the slow, unglamorous work of actually rewriting the script instead of just meaning to. I'm pursuing my calling as both a therapist and a practical theologian, because I believe deeply in the power of integrated healing: Mind, body, soul, all held together rather than treated as separate areas.