01/01/2026
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outpatient mental health services in Orlando and telehealth throughout Florida letstalkcounseling.org
Orlando, FL
32822
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| Tuesday | 9am - 8pm |
| Wednesday | 9am - 8pm |
| Thursday | 9am - 8pm |
| Friday | 9am - 5pm |
| Saturday | 10am - 3pm |
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This is my story. It all began in a community garden with my clients in the summer of 2014. God drew me to this picture above of the butterfly. The butterfly had a ripped wing and God spoke Broken Wings to my spirit, but that is all the Lord had given me at that time. I went home later that day and pondered what I had seen and heard and hid it in my heart.
Let me introduce myself, my name is Tammy Carvalho. I am a licensed mental health counselor with the State of Florida. During the summer of 2014, I was the Director of Operations/Mental Health Counselor for an outpatient clinic for adults who suffered from anxiety and or depression. My clients and I were out in a community garden. This particular day was like any other, but this was not a ordinary day. This day would now be my song.
Fast forward several months, I was home sick on Christmas Eve with the stomach flu. My husband was in South Africa burying his dad. Then, I got the life changing phone call from my father. Jimbo, my brother, died of a he**in overdose! I thought to myself, “God, can this all really be happening to me right now?” My husband immediately flew home from burying his dad in South Africa and we took the next flight up to NJ for my brother’s funeral. It was at this time my husband and I knew Broken Wings was about Jimbo and remembering him. At the funeral we dedicated Broken Wings Ministry, a 501c3 non profit organization, to help people like my brother.
I’m praising my savior all the day long! Growing up my brother had extreme anxiety and depression along with trauma he couldn’t escape from. He would use his drug of choice to numb his pain. We begged him to come out of his house to try and love on him. However, he wouldn’t budge. His home was a safe place. We wanted him to try and go to AA meetings. He did go one time, but couldn’t return due to his social anxiety. He also had another darkness, his he**in use that none of us knew about. We offered to pay for residential treatment centers and to exhaust all of our assets to try and save him but in the end, it was his choice and he didn’t want to go.