Close-up of a smiling middle-aged woman with short gray hair, wearing a blue denim shirt and hoop earrings, standing outdoors with blurred green foliage in the background.
Close-up of a smiling middle-aged woman with short gray hair, wearing a blue denim shirt and hoop earrings, standing outdoors with blurred green foliage in the background.

“My head is fine. My body isn’t.”

Those words were the mantra of a little girl who spent years pretending she was fine.

That little girl was me.

She is the reason I became a therapist.

For years my body carried silent stories my mind could not yet understand. When I found the courage to ask; “What happened to me?” the answers were rarely answers at all.

“Nothing happened.”

“I don’t remember anything like that.”

“You have always been so sensitive."

“Maybe you are mis-remembering.”

Snow-covered trees in a forest with snow on the ground and snow-laden branches.
Snow-covered trees in a forest with snow on the ground and snow-laden branches.

When people cannot make sense of what happened- or cannot bear to acknowledge it- they often make the person carrying the story question themselves.

This understanding shapes the way I practice therapy.

My highest priority as a therapist is to create a space where silent stories can be heard and misunderstood emotions can be held.

White tulip flowers blooming along a garden path with green trees in the background.
White tulip flowers blooming along a garden path with green trees in the background.
Two window signs with the words 'You Are Loved' in white letters, decorated with floral patterns and rainbow colors, on a brick building at night.
Two window signs with the words 'You Are Loved' in white letters, decorated with floral patterns and rainbow colors, on a brick building at night.

It takes courage to engage in therapy. My hope is that my clients leave feeling less burdened by what was never theirs to carry, and more grounded in compassion, connection, and trust in themselves.

– Amy