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Black History Month matters. Not as a checkbox. Not as a moment to post and move on. But as an intentional pause, a time to acknowledge history, resilience, harm, and the ongoing impact these forces have on mental health today. As a therapist, I believe this month is less about finding the right words and more about practicing the right posture: listening, humility, and accountability. Black history is inseparable from systems that have caused profound harm, systems that didn

Borderline Personality Disorder is often talked about in ways that miss the point entirely. Too clinical. Too rigid. Too focused on behaviors instead of the lived experience underneath them. What many people with BPD are actually navigating is this:a nervous system that feels everything intensely, relationships that feel high-stakes, and emotions that move faster than words can catch up to. It isn’t a lack of insight. It isn’t a lack of effort. It’s a system that has learned,

Most parents don’t talk about how exhausting co parenting really is. They talk about logistics. Schedules. Holidays. Pick up times. Drop off locations. But what rarely gets named is the emotional labor underneath it all, the constant monitoring, the internal calculations, the way your body braces before every interaction. For many parents, co parenting doesn’t feel collaborative. It feels tense. Fragile. Like one wrong word could turn into a conflict that lingers for days. An

I didn’t come to this work because I thought I had all the answers. I came to it because I spent a long time living inside questions no one seemed able to hear. Long before I became a therapist, I was a kid trying to understand why my body felt unsafe when nothing “bad” was happening. Why my thoughts raced at night. Why I felt too much, or sometimes nothing at all. Why I could look fine on the outside while quietly falling apart on the inside. Those early experiences shaped m

There’s a particular kind of sadness that shows up during the holidays, one that doesn’t always have a clear name. It’s not always grief, and it’s not always depression. Sometimes it’s just a quiet heaviness that settles in while everyone else seems to be celebrating. You notice it when the music feels too loud. When the lights feel overwhelming instead of cozy. When “Shouldn’t I be happier right now?” starts echoing in your head. The holidays come with an unspoken expectatio

Yesterday, I had a panic attack. Not the kind that rises, peaks, and dissolves with a few grounding skills and a glass of water.Not the kind I’ve learned to manage over the last five years with medication, breathing techniques, and the entire toolbox I teach my clients. This one was different. It was hours long.It was unresponsive to every strategy I reached for.It left me convinced, for a moment, that something was medically wrong. Heart wrong. Body wrong. Life-threatening