My profession is my passion. I am a psychologist, a wife, and a mother—and each of these roles shapes the way I see people, pain, growth, and love. Every client I meet invites me to look a little deeper into myself and into what it really means to be human.

I have completed my PhD, continued my training, read countless books, and collected certificates over the years—yet psychology has taught me one essential truth: there is no final destination. We learn every day. We grow every day. And no matter how much knowledge we gain, we all still face moments of doubt, fear, and uncertainty.

I am no exception. I am imperfect. I am learning. And just like many of the people I support, I’m constantly navigating how to apply my own knowledge to my own life. This humility is not a weakness—it is the heart of my work. It is what helps me meet every client with compassion, honesty, and understanding.

The birth of Exothermique

I went to see a psychotherapist because I didn’t know how to reach my daughter anymore. Not because she’d done anything wrong — but because I could feel the distance growing between us. Our house had gone quiet in a way that felt permanent.

I wasn’t sure what to say at first. I’ve never been one to open up easily, especially about something that makes me feel like I’ve failed. For weeks I hid behind talk of structure and routines until the therapist finally asked, “You talk a lot about control. What are you afraid will happen if you let go?”
I said, “I want to protect her.” She waited, then asked again, “What does that mean to you?”

And that’s when it hit me: I didn’t want to control her — I wanted her to ask my advice, I wanted to be closer to my daughter. I wanted her to trust me, to still talk to me when she’s sixteen and angry at the world. I wanted to feel like we were on the same side. That’s when the real work began — though I didn’t yet realize how much of it would be about me.

Family Moments