Ah, the naiveté of an 18-year-old having an “epiphany” about what she wants to do with her life…. Yes, that was me. A month into my first semester of college and already changing my major. I was going to be a therapist! Interestingly, I never wavered in that desire, though my plan to get there and what I expected that to look like definitely changed. Looking back now, I think the most naive part of my epiphany was that I decided I wanted to be a therapist before I had ever worked with one.

Not to worry… my life fell apart less than a year later and my butt was sitting on a therapist’s couch just a few months after that thanks to a friend who was willing to say to me, “Tara, I think you’re depressed. I think you need to talk to someone.”

My Story

I share that because I think it’s important for you to know that I have sat in the other chair. I still do. 

It’s the other side of a screen now, but you know what I mean. 

I’m certainly not going to claim that “I know how you feel” or “I’ve been where you are,” but what I will tell you is that I have personally experienced what can happen when you commit to working on your “stuff.” It was messy, and hard, and honestly took a few tries before I found the right therapist and the right kind of therapy to really start seeing the changes I was hoping for. 

But I think it has been worth the effort. Seeing how much I changed as a person, and how so many areas of my life improved is a big part of what drives the work that I do - I sincerely hope my clients can experience a similar kind of healing and growth and I truly feel honored being able to witness their transformations.