Let's Get Real For A Moment

I became a therapist in Hermosa Beach because life does not always unfold the way we are told it will. Sometimes it takes a sharp turn that leaves you questioning who you are, what you trusted, and how you ended up so far from yourself.

I did not come to this work from curiosity alone. I came to it through lived experience. I know what it is like to build a life that looks stable from the outside while feeling disconnected, small, or hollow on the inside. I know the quiet grief of realizing that the future you planned for may never arrive, and the disorientation of standing in the space between who you were and who you are becoming.

What those years taught me was not how to push through, but how to listen more closely. I had to unlearn the idea that loyalty should come at the cost of self, and that endurance equals love. I learned that change, even when necessary, carries real grief. And I learned that coming back to yourself is rarely loud or dramatic. It is slow, honest, and deeply confronting.

Becoming a therapist felt less like choosing a career and more like answering a call. Pursuing my master’s degree in clinical psychology during a period of profound personal transition shaped how I sit with others now. It grounded me in the belief that people are not broken, but often disconnected from their own needs, values, and inner authority.

I am not here to fix you or hand you answers. I am not here to tell you who to be. My work is existential and person-centered, rooted in helping people reconnect with themselves, clarify what actually matters, and make choices aligned with their values rather than fear, obligation, or old survival patterns.

The work we do together asks for courage, responsibility, and self-respect. It is not always comfortable, but it is real. That commitment to truth, to self, and to meaningful change is the heart of why I became a therapist.