August 3, 2018
I’ve always been interested in why people do what they do. As an avid people watcher, I am keen to understand what makes a person tick. There is something rich and satisfying in understanding and connecting to another human beings’ inner world. I truly believe it is an honor to be invited to read someone else’s story. I was and continue to be drawn to people who challenge me to think deeply, to truly understand, and to feel things from a different perspective. Being allowed to learn from others has opened my heart and eyes to a whole new paradigm. My heart has always been impressed by others who are willing to dig into themselves with honesty to better understand their own behavior.
I have found that knowing someone deeply, most often changes the way we view what they do. That is why I choose to be a therapist. I personally, honestly, and truly believe that opening ourselves up to our own emotional experience helps us to better understand ourselves, our partners, our families, and even strangers.
I have watched time and time again both the overwhelming joy and soul crushing sorrow that can come from relational experiences. I have yet to work with someone who, no matter what the distressing content, is not currently being impacted by some form of interpersonal relationship. It makes sense to me then, that when we dig into ourselves honestly, we realize that what we do or chose not to do, relates directly to how we view ourselves in our ability to be with others, or how we perceive that someone else views us. When my clients choose to start digging into their own experience from a relational context, they begin to see themselves in a new light. They become responsive in a way that brings calmness and clarity, is effective in relating with others, and creates deep and passionate connections with those they love.
For me, connection, family, and love are where it’s at. Connection is at the heart of everything we do. I chose to become a therapist because our culture is killing the very connection we need for survival. Our ability to love, be loved, and connect is a matter of emotional life and death.
I was raised on a 40 acre alfalfa farm in a rural town in Western Idaho, the 6th of 7 children. I spent my childhood quoting movies and playing “guns” with my brothers, and stealing clothes from and spying on the dates of my older sister. I love baseball, being outdoors, hiking, camping, boating, riding dirt bikes, and anything that gets my adrenaline pumping. I love steak, potatoes, and bacon cheeseburgers. I so appreciate comedic humor, and in another life would love to try out my stand up comedy skills on stage.
I met my husband my last year of college and we were married in 2006. He is the yin to my yang. We are extraordinarily different from one another and have worked to become complementary companions. Our marriage has not been perfect, and yet I can honestly say that I love him more each day we grow and learn together. I would love to say we have “battled” infertility but it’s more like She’s left us bloody in the alley behind the bowling alley. Regardless, we are the parents of two beautiful miracle daughters. We lost our youngest daughter in pre-term labor.
This is our family.
They are the reason I believe in and champion love.
I am humbled and grateful for the clients that I work with each day. I am inspired by their desires to chose more for themselves and their families. I am fully aware of the sacrifice, risk, and struggle that they engage in to become their best selves and to create something new with those who may have hurt them. What a privilege I consider it to be, that they undertake that journey with me.