I've often felt like an outsider in social settings. I’d overthink every word I said, replay conversations later, and wonder if I came off as “too quiet,” “too intense,” or just... off. Parties drained me. Small talk felt like a performance. I used to beat myself up for not being more "normal" in groups. But slowly, I started to understand that awkward doesn’t mean unworthy. I began leaning into my natural rhythm—deep, thoughtful, intentional—and started forming fewer, but truer, connections.

I've walked through disillusionment and the dark night of the soul - when everything I thought I knew about life, success and even myself, fell apart. I did everything the world said would bring happiness & fulfillment, yet found only emptiness where meaning should have been. In that darkness, I was stripped bare - forced to face my pain, my conditioning, and the illusions I once called truth. But it was there, in the silence, that I began to heal. Piece by piece, I rediscovered what cannot be taken - the light within, the quiet resilience of spirit, the knowing that wholeness isn't something to earn but to remember. My journey through the depths became my awakening. Now I walk with others through their own darkness, helping them see that even when all seems lost, the soul is never without light, but only waiting to be found again.

After spending years shaped by other people’s expectations, survival modes, or unhealthy dynamics, it can be hard to know who you really are anymore. I reached a point in my life where I realized I wasn’t just healing, I was being asked to rediscover myself. Reinvention didn’t mean becoming someone new; it meant uncovering who I’d always been beneath the coping and compromises. Through major life changes, deep self-reflection, and learning to listen inward, I began the ongoing process of living more authentically. I started singing publicly and pushing myself to get on stage which always terrified me. It wasn’t always comfortable. Letting go of old roles and identities brought grief, fear, and uncertainty, but it also created space for freedom, alignment, and self-trust. I offer this topic as a supportive space for anyone questioning who they are now, who they want to become, or how to live more honestly after change, loss, or growth.

Like everyone, I know the stress of finances. Because of this, I try to save everywhere I can by looking for coupons, finding the best deal, setting a budget for certain things, and trying to earn extra money to save for upcoming expenses or an emergency fund. Being on disability doesn't make this easy sometimes, even though my husband works a full time job. Though there is so much uncertainty in the economy, I have to pray and trust God with my finances. Trying to have the mindset that everything is in God's hands. He just wants me to manage everything wisely.

There was a time in my life when everything felt paused. I was between jobs, unsure of my next step, watching others move forward while I sat still. People would say, “Something will come along,” but the waiting felt like slow erosion. My self-worth was tied to progress, and without it, I felt small. I learned how to sit with the discomfort, how to extract meaning from stillness, and how to build a life that didn’t depend on a clear next chapter. I began to ask myself deeper questions about purpose, identity, and what truly mattered.

Building real community as an adult hasn’t always been easy for me. Life changes, heartbreaks, and shifting priorities can make genuine connection feel rare. But therapy has taught me how to understand myself, communicate better, and open up without fear and that growth is something I love helping others navigate too. I’m here to hold space for anyone who feels lonely, disconnected, or unsure where they fit. I know what it’s like to rebuild yourself and your circle from scratch, and I bring patience, empathy, and lived experience into every conversation. If you need someone who truly listens, understands the struggles of adulthood, and believes in healing through connection, I’m here for you.

MOTIVATION IS HARD!!! I know sometimes getting started is the hardest part in getting anything done! At times it's so hard to get moving, even at a snail's pace, but once someone else is involved.... BAM, I'm moving at Mach 5 to get it done! Maybe you just want someone to talk to while you fold laundry. Maybe it would be helpful if someone is just sitting quietly while you do something really hard emotionally, like going through belongings of a loved one after they have passed. There are numerous situations where having someone to just BE with you can be helpful and I'd be more than honored to be that for you. We can talk about anything, or nothing, whatever you'd like and whatever might help you get through whatever task it is that you are having trouble starting. I get it. I have nearly earned a Master's Degree in procrastination! I'm learning little tricks to get myself moving, the top of which is the Body Double... someone to be with while I do the thing I don't want to do.

I was faced with making a decision about an unexpected pregnancy twice in my life. Once at 17 and again at 25. The circumstances were different each time. At 17, my parents chose for me and at 25, I had to go through my own process to choose what was best for me. Both times, the choice was to terminate the pregnancy. It was the right decision for me each time. Both experiences had significant influence on my life and choices moving forward. I had to go through different grieving and healing processes for each termination. One thing I would have benefited from is someone to talk to who had been there.

Leaving graduate school early, job loss, poor fits - all traumas I've had to navigate through. Whatever nebulous point represented my dream career now has a circuitous route to get there. Add to that the mental toll that professional, financial, and social shifts take on our well-being, especially when we don't learn "corporate speak" in school! I'd love to share ways that I've handled these setbacks - such as becoming a content creator - as well as practical ideas for job seeking. As important as our careers are, they don't represent our entire identity.

There was a time when Instagram and Facebook drained me. Every scroll showed friends getting promoted, traveling the world, hitting milestones. I began comparing—questioning where I stood. The joy in their lives made mine feel small. Food videos didn’t help either—I’d crave more, eat more, and feel worse. One day, I paused and asked, why am I letting a screen make me feel this way? That moment sparked a shift. I muted accounts that triggered comparison and followed pages that brought peace—dogs, babies, simple joys. Slowly, my feed became a source of calm instead of chaos. Those small changes helped me breathe easier. I learned that managing digital overwhelm starts with choosing what we allow in. I began to feel lighter. The comparison faded. Joy returned. My feed stopped draining me and started healing me.

Self harm was my way of feeling something real when the emotional pain became unbearable. The physical act became a language for the chaos inside, a release of pressure from The unseen weight of trauma, addiction, and depression. I lived in fear - hiding scars, adjusting clothing and managing judgment from those I loved. Pain cause more pain; the cycle felt analyst. Yet, through recovery, I learned that self-harm does not define my worth. It taught me empathy, resilience, and the importance of being seen and heard. Now I got others through the darkness helping them understand their triggers, look for glimmers, find healthier outlets, and reclaim their life with hope, compassion, and self-love.

I know firsthand what it feels like to feel small and worthless. I understand what it’s like to feel without purpose and to see life without meaning. I know how it feels to lose interest in the things that once brought joy, and to struggle with reconnecting to the person you once were. I also understand how difficult it can be to become the person you are meant to be. Through my own journey of healing, I’ve learned the true meaning of self-love and self-worth. I now embrace myself, practice self-compassion, and live my truth. I’ve reframed my experience and learned to see what once felt like flaws as great strengths. I am committed to walking alongside you as you navigate this process, offering nonjudgmental and compassionate guidance to help you reconnect with yourself and find your best you.

I've walked through hell and back. Addiction, chaos, and darkness were my reality for years, and I've made mistakes that could have broken me - but I survived! I've cried at the gates of hell, and somehow, the universe reached down and pulled me out because it knew I was strong enough to turn around and reach back in to pull just one more out - hacksaw ridge status - one more person, one more life. Today, I guide people who feel lost, trapped, or hopeless to transform their pain into strength, reclaim their lives, and create hope for themselves and those around them. Together, we turn survival into purpose and lived experience into empowerment.

As a daughter of traditional South Asian immigrants, my upbringing was quite different than my American peers. I still hesitate to share if I'm hanging out with a male friend, even though I am pestered about marriage. Getting older has also involved outgrowing attitudes about myself, family, and relationships that hold me back, guilt included. I've worked to find my authentic self and accept occasionally being the black sheep in my close-knit family whom I love being near, but still need to enact boundaries with or know when to deep breathe instead of react. This also involves understanding the challenges with comparing to cousins in India, or peers whose parents grew up in America. If you've been stressed by the conflict of the third-culture sandwich, I'd love to chat.

When I first got together with my current partner, it wasn’t easy. He was divorced, and navigating the emotions and interference from his ex-wife almost tore us apart early on. After we married, his true colors started to show—he drank more, became mean, and stopped being affectionate while still demanding all the attention. I found myself constantly censoring what I said to avoid setting off his anger. It took time, but I learned how to set clear boundaries and protect my kindness without losing myself. I gave him space when needed and focused on communication rooted in love rather than fear. Over time, he took real steps to work on his anger and accountability, and we slowly rebuilt our trust. Through it all, I realized how important it is to advocate for yourself and to stay true to your worth. Now, I want to be there for anyone who is trying to heal from a toxic relationship and find hope again.

A compassionate space for grief that’s invisible, ambiguous, or hard to name.

Once I began to know better for myself and do better, I instantly felt the shift in the connections in my life. I felt more & more alone as what I thought held us together was no longer sustainable to maintain relationships with those from my past. That loneliness stepping into my new season of growth was intense, and made it feel so tempting to return to old habits that I knew deep down no longer aligned with my life's journey. Sometimes others were even hurtful towards me emotionally and verbally as we went our separate ways, and those feelings were difficult to navigate alone. Continuing along the path I knew was right for me, that I felt deep down in my gut and could see the proof of in my surroundings as more doors began to open was affirming, and I know I made the right choice as I am attracting the community that best supports the path that I am on today.