Before becoming a therapist, I worked in higher education and the tech industry for over a decade. I know what it’s like to feel trapped in the grind, unsure of where your life is going next, filled with unrealized potential.

When the pandemic hit in 2020, I realized that I couldn’t keep trading meaning for comfort. I needed to leave the tech world and apply my skills to the healing of my community. It was one of the scariest decisions I could make, as a child of Lebanese immigrants, the daughter of a single parent, and someone who was often striving for financial security.

But I made the leap, thanks to the love and support of my inner circle, and some careful planning. And 5 years later —- here we are!

It’s taken a village to get me where I am today; and as the great Arnold Schwarzenegger said, “You can call me anything you want, but don’t ever call me a self-made man. I didn’t make it this far on my own, and to accept that credit would be to dis-count everyone who gave me advice, who lifted me up when I fell. The whole concept of the self-made person is a myth.”

Being in this work has exceeded my expectations, and it’s my passion to help others find their way back, or forward, or through, whatever it is they’re navigating.

When I’m not practicing therapy, I’m either journaling, hanging out with my loved ones, walking our German Shepherd, reading thrillers, or experiencing new restaurants. I love nature, music, independent films, and slow mornings. I consider myself an eternal student of life.

Little Jenn, who inspires a lot of my work and taught me about fashion