11/05/2025
On November 5, 2019, I passed my clinical licensure exam and officially became an LMFT. 🌿
So much has changed since then. Back then, I thought therapy alone was the tool to heal. But life, the universe, my clients, and my own journey have shown me how wrong I was.
School taught me the “western” ways of becoming a neutral, poker-faced therapist. But my comunidad, my ancestors, and my own healing taught me that true transformation happens far beyond the therapy room.
I’ve learned that we heal in community—through connection, storytelling, ceremony, laughter, food, movement, prayer, and art.
That mental health is political.
That our existence, our language, and our skin are political.
That healing requires us to decolonize our minds and remember the ways our ancestors have always known.
Therapy is not just “talk therapy.” It’s drumming, dancing, crying, breathing, cooking, resting, and remembering.
It’s holding space for our people to come home to themselves.
It’s honoring every part of who we are—without apology.
I’m proud of the therapist I’ve become, but even prouder of the healer I’m still becoming. There’s still more work to do, and I’m here for it—with love, resistance, and comunidad. 💛
