04/15/2026
I had a client look at me the other day mid session, like fully paused, dead serious, and go:
“Wait… you don’t do this though, right?”
I laughed. Like, actually laughed.
I was like… yeah. I do. I absolutely do.
I get triggered. I get annoyed. I’ve argued about dumb s**t. I’ve had(/still have) an attitude from time to time. I’ve misunderstood people. I’ve been the problem in the pattern.
God is still working on me, period.
I think people assume that because I’m a therapist, I’m just out here floating through life, perfectly regulated, never raising my voice, and resolving conflict with angel energy.
No.
I’m human first. Always.
The difference isn’t that I don’t get pulled into the same cycles, it’s that I can usually see it a little quicker. Name it and come back from it.
But the reason I love this work so much? It’s because it’s relatable.
A couple bickering in front of me and I’m like, yep, been there.
A teen struggling with friendships, I remember exactly what that felt like.
Someone trying to say something hard to their partner and it coming out sideways, I see myself in that.
Parents trying to do better than what they had, same.
This was never about me sitting on some pedestal like “let me teach you how to be perfect”.
It’s more like, I get it. I actually get it.
And therapy, at its core, is just that:
Being seen.
Being understood.
Saying the thing out loud you’ve been carrying around.
Understanding the why behind what you do.
Learning new ways of being in relation.
& Realizing you’re not the only one who does this stuff.
I’ve worked through a lot. Anxiety. People-pleasing. Learning to stop over-explaining myself. Learning what actually matters and what doesn’t. All of that.
But my bigger flaws?
Yeah… still in progress.
Always will be.
And honestly? That’s kind of the whole point.