Graduate school eventually confirmed that, after several countries, a Zen Buddhist center, 211 miles of hiking, and a brief plan to become a professional dancer, I had in fact landed in the right career.
I've been incredibly fortunate to work in a wide variety of settings over the years, from hospitals and college counseling centers, to community mental health clinics. Each experience shaped the psychologist I am today, although thankfully none required me to demonstrate my dance abilities.
While working with college students at Ohio University, I loved witnessing my therapy clients discover their own, often wonderfully creative, paths toward feeling better. Sometimes healing looked like learning new coping skills in therapy. Sometimes it looked like starting a club on campus, writing music to express an emotion, or finding a community where they finally felt like themselves.
Later, as a therapist in the Santa Clara area, I had the privilege of working alongside talented professionals who expanded my training in evidence-based therapies and helped me grow tremendously as a clinician treating a wide range of concerns including anxiety, depression, trauma, eating disorders, and insomnia.
I have also spent a significant portion of my career supporting seniors living in San Francisco's Tenderloin neighborhood, regularly visiting them in their homes. I had the opportunity to hear stories spanning decades about love, loss, family, resilience, regret, adventure, and everything in between. Many of those conversations have stayed with me and probably always will.
At UCSF, I provided therapy support for the faculty, staff, and medical residents. One of my most valued parts of the experience was the opportunity to co-facilitate a mindfulness and self-compassion course. While teaching this course, I developed an even deeper appreciation for self-compassion which turns out to be considerably more helpful than mentally yelling at yourself to "get it together."