I began college with the intention to become a therapist for teen girls. I was spooked after a brush with my own mental health concerns that coincided with family conflict. This left me thinking that there was no way I could help others and prompted me to lean into my other interest, English Literature, as my major. If you’ve ever been in an advanced lit class, you know that it quickly starts to feels like armchair psych.

I then spent a decade running a business in another helping profession and finally regathered the courage to step back onto the path to become a therapist. My only regret is not doing it sooner.