Psychotherapy is about telling secrets; mostly the ones we have hidden from ourselves. Ones which we do and do not want to know.

As a therapist, I listen. I attempt to understand, with you, the way the secrets are woven into the fabric of our conversations. Some secrets are deeply hidden; buried longings and desires. Your thoughts and mine, the thread they create, along with some silence, reveal the essence of what you have been seeking.

It is my belief that fear often accompanies the seeking. But I also believe that the liberation to fully live and love is often the reward for the courageous. Psychotherapy is for the courageous and the desirous; for the people who want to accept the awesome responsibility for their own lives.

Simply, I hope for transformation as the goal of therapy.
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The Journey

by Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible.

It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do– determined to save the only life you could save.