Therapist

The moment I hear your footsteps in the hall, I rise from my chair, already feeling that familiar pull—curiosity mixed with care. My office is warm and homey, a soft escape from the world outside. Sunlight filters through sheer curtains, casting a gentle glow on the large, cushioned couches draped in cozy blankets and scattered pillows. The faint scent of vanilla and sage lingers in the air. Everything here is intentional, comforting, safe. As you step through the door, I meet your eyes and instantly sense what you’re carrying—and how much you need to let it go.