02/02/2026
When I was in my last year of my psychology degree at the university of Ottawa, I read “the art of possibilities” by Benjamin Zander. This book changed my life, how I viewed myself and the world. It rooted me in possibilities without limits. It allowed me to say yes to a life that I sometimes can’t believe I have lived- traveling to some pretty remote places, studying multiple different things, having a family of my own, building and creating a creative therapy practice and some pretty amazing friendships. However 6 months ago I experienced the death of my best friend- a possibility that I never thought would ever happen. I’ve kept this information to myself, even though I’m a pretty open book when it comes to therapy. I believe in showing up authentically (which means many of you see my ADHD messy parts), however this death felt too much. Too much I wasn’t ready to feel. I felt numb and in shock. I went into rescue mode, which rolled into complete stuck mode. For the first time, I lost my anchor in possibility. The heaviness was too heavy. Grief is a funny thing, the world continues to move on, while you are stuck in a moment. Grief makes time blurry. Grief makes you want to “live a life worth living” while at the same time drowning in sorrow. 6 months in and I have started to see possibilities again. Starting to re-imagine my future self. Starting to shake the heaviness off. I’m sharing this so I can reclaim that authenticity. To share that we can’t cut out the tough things or ignore them. Life is precious and possibilities are even more precious. Passion and creativity are magic, let us anchor in that magic ❤️