I know what it's like to have my world turned entirely upside down by loss. To witness my children grieve and not be able to fix it for them. Masking to be more palatable for everyone around me. Caregiving an elderly parent while solo parenting two small kids. Enduring judgment instead of receiving support. Abandoned by those I thought I could count on most. To feel the ground beneath me fall away and almost swallow me whole with hit after hit. Surviving for the sole purpose of not orphaning my kids, until I finally found the will for me, too. Existing in survival mode until I got sick of my own shit.

 

No one was coming to save me; I had to save myself, and in order to do that, I had so much to learn- including the fact that my children's and my undiagnosed neurodivergence made everything doubly challenging all along. 

 

You don't have to do this all from scratch the way I did; let me share with you what I wish I had known early on to hopefully spare you years of agony before you're worn so far down that it takes a permanent toll on your physical health, too. I can't save you, but I can help you save yourself. And if you have children, saving yourself will save them, too. 

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For over a decade, I've had the privilege of guiding those in the grieving community through the process of rebuilding their lives after loss, and more recently, have been helping late-diagnosed ADHD and autistic adults who are learning more about their unique neurotypes.

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I bring compassion and expertise to the unique ways our brains and bodies respond to challenges. Just being around others who understand firsthand is healing in itself, but working with a mental health professional who really gets it is like finally being able to exhale. Non-pathologizing, non-judgmental, and authentic.