Having roots in Central CA, where the pace of life is slower and you can see rows of corn - not to mention smell the lovely cows- allowed me to live a pretty calm life. There was not much that I worried about and this was my norm. Then one day my world was flipped upside down when one of my family members became sick. Though this experience was traumatic- it highlighted just how much I care for those who undergo pain and how the family system changes after such an event. I can remember the very first time I could literally feel another person’s pain. This sensitivity I have is what led me to pursue a career in counseling. I deeply care for the family system and the well being of homes. When our homes are healthy -operating from safety and security - each dynamic flourishes. New cycles emerge & new generational patterns can start to take place.

And now that I am a mother to two beautiful babies (ages 3 & 1) my focus on the family remains along with another sensitivity being for the mama. My own postpartum experience(s) gifted me this new perspective. The major life change, disrupted sleep, crying spells, perfectionistic tendencies, not to mention the difficulties with having a baby around the covid era forced me into a depression. I was not only sad, lonely, scared, but also ANGRY. I wish I could tell you that I got the help that I needed but I didn’t. I tried to manage my emotions on my own (silly therapist me) and thought if I could just workout more, get outside more, make more friends (which are all great & wonderful) -even doing all of these things- still led me to a pit of darkness.

Eventually, I felt better.

But it took me a really long time to do so. Since the birth of my second child, I vowed to my family and myself that I would do things differently….and I did! I finally got all the help I needed- mental health therapy, lactation support, chiro care, nutrition guidance, and was under the care of a reproductive psychiatrist- such a dream treatment team. I sought out community and leaned into life giving relationships. I had the resources to combat another postpartum season. In my heart, I carry the badge of being a two times survivor of a perinatal mood and anxiety disorder (PMAD).

I share these parts of my story because I am a firm believer in sharing to build trust and connection. When I received the help I needed- each professional SAW me and HEARD me. They weren’t just a service provider but a human/mother who cared for another human/mother. Through those safe interactions, I was able to heal. When a mama is cared for-the home thrives.

I wholeheartedly believe:

Freedom, joy, and peace can be experienced.

I am the living, breathing, walking proof of that.