About me
My path to becoming a therapist
My first therapist was randomly assigned to me at my college counseling center. I barely remember them now, but I remember feeling embarrassed and overwhelmed, with no idea what to say or if therapy was even helping.
Later, I learned how different it felt to work with someone whose life experience overlapped with mine, who could understand my context without being taught.
That stayed with me as I became a therapist. I bring my background as a Korean American, child of immigrants, and a late-identified neurodivergent person with my own relationship to questioning, identity, and belonging.
I also grew up in a family shaped by serious and terminal illness, which deeply affected how I think about grief, uncertainty, meaning, and attachment.
How sessions feel
In the therapy space, I think out loud, reflect themes I’m noticing, present tools, and explain what practices we’re doing and why.
I sometimes picture conversation as a river branching into little rivulets. I’ll ask you to follow the path with the most pull or resonance.
Sometimes we wander off course, and that’s okay. I want you to be able to say when something doesn’t feel important, so we can find our way back to what is.
I’m also partial to odd observations, metaphor, and using humor (because life is hilarious).
Otherwise…
When I’m not working, I’m usually making a messy craft pile or just laying flat. I like handmade paper lanterns, tidepools, my elderly orange cat, and reading five different books at the same time.
If you think we might be a good fit, I’d be glad to meet you.
