I’m feeling like I should address the fact that I made a section on my website titled “Blog” in 2018, wrote one entry, and then never again. I had high hopes that I would use this space to write my thoughts about therapy related topics, but it turns out that some things have to give and writing a blog is one of them for me. There are just so many other exciting (and acts of responsible living) that take up my time. I’ve occasionally thought about deleting the page entirely but then I reread the one post I wrote and I like it so I don’t.

So, anyway, for anyone who stumbles on this page —

I hope you’re also finding ways to prioritize the parts of life that want & need prioritizing (and forgiving yourself for letting go of some of it - like your blog on your website, for example).

There's something about the word psychotherapist. Psychotherapist. I am proud of it. It's a title that is very meaningful to me because it means I have the knowledge and credentials to support people in the best way I know how. To be able to participate in my Salt Lake City community in a way that feels good and that feels authentic. To help ease people's pain, anxiety, depression, and suffering. To make the world a more cared after place.

Also, at the same time, sometimes, that eye rolling/all over the place/hand on the hip 11-year-old girl part of me (I know you know what I'm talking about) wants to giggle at it.

What is that? I think it's because it sounds very serious (and don't get me wrong, therapy is often times very serious). But it's also down-in-the-dirt messy. Colorfully chaotic. A place to let down the rules and the boundaries and the seriousness that keeps it all together on the day to day. A space to let it all hang out. And that might mean it is very serious. But that also might mean it's a space where you allow yourself freedom from the serious. And that 11-year-old girl part of me knows that.

She know's that it FEELS GOOD to connect with another person who is truly and authentically showing up. She can see past the other parts of me that want to manage the perception others have of me. To make sure that I'm being taken seriously. She steps in when I start to get scared of being vulnerable and reminds me of me.

That right there. That's one of the many reasons why I love being a psychotherapist. I get to connect with people in their realest of the real. However you show up is just exactly perfect <serious or not> and we'll be in it together. There's nothing more incredible than that.

Thanks for showing up and just for being you.