I feel most at home in nature and by the ocean — long walks with my border collie, running when the motivation strikes, and slowing things down with yoga or thai chi. I have a deep love of reading, travel, and photography, particularly street and people photography. I'm drawn to the quiet, unspoken moments it captures — which probably says something about how I work too.
Currently reading: Are You Mad at Me? — Meg Josephson
Who I am outside of the therapy room
I didn't come to this work in a straight line.
I always knew I wanted to support people — but what really led me here was something more personal: a long, slow journey back to myself.
For much of my twenties I felt like I'd lost my identity. I carried the weight of a childhood shaped by emotionally absent parents, spent years in a codependent relationship, and lived with that quiet, persistent ache of never quite feeling like I belonged — like I was always slightly outside of something I couldn't name.
I spent the better part of a decade doing the hard work of understanding who I actually was. Not who I'd been told I was, or who I'd learned to be to feel safe — but who I was underneath all of that.
It was during lockdown, when the world stopped, that I finally took the leap and began my counselling training. What started as a career choice became something much more: a way of making meaning from everything I'd lived through, and turning it into something that might genuinely help others.
I know what it feels like to struggle to accept love. To feel like you don't quite fit. To be unsure where someone else's story of you ends and your own begins. That understanding isn't something I read in a textbook — it's something I've lived through.
That’s why I do this work. If any of this resonates, there’s a place for you here.