I am the therapist I am today because I have experienced profound loss, and I understand how grief can change life in lasting ways.

Losing my older brother was one of the most painful realities I have ever faced. After his death, I found myself desperately needing a therapist of my own, someone who could help me make sense of a world that no longer felt recognizable. I felt broken and overwhelmed, unsure how life could continue without my brother in it.

In my grief, I searched for relief anywhere I could find it. I looked for therapists, spiritual healers, anyone that might ease the pain. I felt uncomfortable in my body and my mind replayed the loss relentlessly (what happened, what I could have done differently, how I might have lived differently if I had known how little time we had). Grief reshaped not only my life, but my understanding of what it means to need help and to sit in deep emotional pain.

This experience profoundly changed me—not just as a person, but as a therapist. It taught me what it feels like to be vulnerable, disoriented, and searching for steadiness after loss. My brother’s life and death continue to guide me toward being a compassionate, grounded presence for those who are hurting.

There is no therapy, and no therapist, that can undo what has already happened in your life. But healing does not require erasing your experiences. I can be someone who sits with you through the pain, bears witness to what you have endured, and offers steady, thoughtful support as you find your own way forward. Together, we can work toward a life that still holds meaning, connection, and a sense of wholeness—alongside your grief or trauma, not in spite of it.