I came to this work the long way around. Over two decades in Ontario classrooms taught me that almost everyone is carrying something. Anxiety, depression, the quiet weight of childhood experiences they’ve never named as trauma. Most of the people I sat across from weren’t broken; they were doing their best with patterns that once kept them safe and were no longer serving them.

I recognized those patterns in part because I’d walked a version of them myself. I lost my father to cancer. I’ve done my own work around mental health. I raised my child as a single mother. None of that makes me a better therapist than the years of training do — but it does mean that when a client tells me they’re tired, ashamed, or barely holding things together, I know that ground from both sides.

I am a Registered Psychotherapist with CRPO. I hold a master’s in Counselling Psychology and a master’s in Education, graduating top of my class in both. I started Collaborative Therapy because I wanted a clinic where people could come as they are — tired, uncertain, midway through whatever they’re trying to figure out — without having to perform their way through it.