Get To Know The Therapist
Becoming a therapist was not a career decision I made by chance. It grew from years of community work, crisis support, volunteering, facilitating workshops, and sitting beside people during some of the most difficult moments of their lives.
Over time, I realized that…
Helping people feel heard, understood, and less alone was not simply work I enjoyed. It was work that felt deeply meaningful to me.
My path into therapy was also shaped by my own experiences of grief, cultural expectations, immigration, identity, relationships, and learning what it means to take up space. I lost my mother at a very young age and came to understand grief long before I had the language to explain it. Later, I experienced further losses and learned that grief does not simply disappear; it changes, follows us, and often reshapes the way we experience safety, attachment, and belonging.
My Background
Growing up as a South Asian woman also taught me how complicated it can be to advocate for yourself in environments where silence, duty, perfection, and endurance are often valued more than emotional honesty. Immigration added another layer: learning how to belong in unfamiliar places while carrying a culture, language, and history that others did not always understand.
My own experiences do not mean I assume I know your story. They mean I understand how powerful it can be to sit with someone who is curious about the full context of your life and who does not ask you to separate your mental health from your culture, family, faith, identity, or relationships.