About My Clients
Burnout doesn't just apply to work. Sure, your job can be the clear source of your burnout, but you can also be burnt out when it comes to some of the people in your life. You can be burnt out on your own bullshit. You can even be burnt out on your kids, your identity as a parent, and other roles that you've somehow acquired. The source isn't as important as the solution, which starts with recognition of your starting point, what's not working, and what relief looks like for you.
My Background and Approach
I used to define myself by other people's labels and measures. Not anymore. I'm a work therapist. A badass coach. Queen Woo. LinkedIn ninja. Recovering helicopter parent. Introvert career whisperer. Quiet leader. Homebody. Precrasinator. Emotion detective. Fledgling meditator. Soulful guide. Nia enthusiast. Workplace trauma recovery specialist. Designing Your Life devotee. CBT therapist. DBT lurker. ACT worshiper. EMDR cheerleader. Cohouser. Social media dropout. Anti-racist in training. Podcast enthusiast. Questionologist. Tara Brach, Glennon Doyle, Liz Gilbert groupie. Namedropper. Overinvested educator. Heart-centered solopreneur. Anxious traveler. Crone. Grammarly evangelist. Truth teller.
My Personal Beliefs and Interests
I believe the word 'potential' is a veiled insult, so if you're not living up to your potential, don't worry - you're in the right place. I believe optimization isn't always the best approach, sometimes recovery, treading water and getting our bearings, replenishing and turning inward - these can all save our lives. I believe we're striving ourselves directly into burnout. It's clear that we don't have role models around some of the core skills that we need to survive, including asking for help, recognizing the source of our own downward spirals, and talking to ourselves in a way that propels us forward without letting ourselves off the hook. Stop trying to live your best life - it's causing you to spin your wheels in a never-ending quest to abandon essential parts of yourself, and if you don't stop to listen to yourself, you'll continue to hit the eject button and numb yourself right out of "your one wild and precious life" (with thanks to Mary Oliver).