Any plebian with a dream and an internet connection can make a pretty decent website these days. A lot of therapists are out here doing the most– they have beautiful, beige color pallets, zoomed-in pictures of leaves with a single rain drop, maybe an AI-generated woman crying gently into her hands next to a window. I’m sure you've seen this. They talk about Healing, they talk about Trauma, they talk about 40 different diagnoses that they can treat with 30 different methods. Why reach out? For all of the reasons you could ever possibly imagine. 

I love wet leaves as much as the next gal, but it's still exceedingly difficult to get a sense of whether or not a person, a full-blown stranger, is going to be useful to you. Enough to pay THOUSANDS of dollars for sometimes YEARS with no guarantees. And all we have to go on is a wet leaf? 

I fully hate reaching out to strangers on the internet, which I assume most people are not stoked on, but having an extra snazzy website is now starting to give me the creeps. I do not want someone who appeals to everyone. Or worse- appeals to search engine optimizing bots that troll the internet to rank us in Google search results? What the fuck is happening? 

There are some things I simply can't do. I am not a good fit for so many people. I am not a good fit for people looking for quick fixes. I am not a good fit for the uncurious. I am not neutral, general, or passive. I simply can’t. So what I have settled on is doing my best to be myself–a little bit ugly, and very specifically not for everyone, in the hopes that the right people will find me and that we will actually get to do meaningful work together. And I promise I will never show you another photo of a wet leaf for as long as we both shall live.