My journey as a therapist has been guided by a simple yet powerful belief: Everyone deserves to see themselves reflected in the mental health space. I found my way to therapy because I didn't see many faces like mine during a challenging time (the height of COVID-19). As an Asian American, I know firsthand the importance of representation – especially when it comes to mental health care. Many of us grew up with the quiet weight of unspoken emotions, taught to tuck them away, as if they didn’t deserve space. It’s this very silence that makes it all the more essential to create spaces where our feelings are seen, heard, and honored.

Another thing that led me here is my endless curiosity about humans – their thoughts, their stories, and the quiet, unseen moments that shape who they are. My path to therapy wasn't a straight line. I was actually a web designer previously – and, pretty quickly, I realized that I cared less about the pixels and more about the story underneath: what makes people tick, why we hide certain parts of ourselves, and how we present to the world vs. how we actually feel. For me, therapy is like stepping into a sacred space – a sanctuary where we can explore the ordinary and reach for the extraordinary. It’s about embracing every part of ourselves – the one that moves through daily life, and the one reaching for something deeper.

Even the smallest moments in therapy can leave a lasting imprint. Change isn’t always loud or dramatic; sometimes, it’s a shift so subtle that it’s only felt in hindsight. But every moment of insight, every breath of relief, every feeling of being truly seen – it all matters.