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My Therapeutic Journey By: April McLain

Ten years. Three therapists. One continuous journey. Finding the right therapist is absolutely crucial to you moving forward in growth, and out of the places holding you back. By having three different therapists in a ten year span I learned that you need different individuals for different seasons. I had one therapist in high school,

The Spiritual Practice of Belonging

I want you to imagine two different scenarios. Scenario #1 You’re walking into a room filled with people you don’t know (aka your absolute nightmare). It’s a networking event, which, you secretly despise since you usually grip to your phone the whole time as you try to fill the awkward silence and mingling. As you’re

How To Find Freedom From Insecurity

Thanks to Brené Brown and the steady rise of awareness around mental health, the word vulnerability is everywhere. After a recent conversation with a friend where we were throwing around the word vulnerability and insecurity, I got curious and decided to look up the actual definitions for these words. When I did I made a shocking

Uncomplicating our Relationship with Change

We have a complicated relationship with change. It’s like a frustrating game of red light, green light. We want it (green light), but then we don’t want it (red light). We resist change and then beg for it. We want the positive results of change, but we don’t want to experience the journey it will

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

One of the things I love the most about being a therapist is that every client I meet, and every story I hear, is so unique and different. There may be similar themes of pain, resilience, trauma, and hope, but the twists and turns of how these themes have played out are all so different.

The Power in Being Heard By: Savannah Locke

I started going to therapy after realizing that thing my cousin did to me as a child was sexual abuse and the repercussions were resounding in my life a decade later. I don’t know how the brain works or why memories resurfaced during a summer abroad trip in England, but they did, so I began