I didn’t encounter therapy until my early 20s, when I felt an inner longing for support but didn’t yet have the language for it. As a survivor of complex trauma and a child of Mexican immigrants, asking for help wasn’t something that came naturally.

In our culture, we’re often taught to keep struggles within the family. We lean on our tíos, tías, parents, or abuelos—not strangers. There’s even a saying many of us grew up with: “Calladita te ves más bonita,” or “Silence looks prettier on you.” I carried that message with me for a long time.

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When I finally did seek therapy, my early experiences were discouraging. The spaces felt cold, detached, and judgmental—nothing like the support I was longing for.

That’s when I decided I wanted to be different.

As a therapist, I lead with warmth, compassion, empathy, and honesty. I intentionally create a space where you don’t have to minimize, perform, or stay quiet to be accepted. Here, you’re invited to show up fully—without fear of judgment.

If you’re ready, we can walk this journey together, at your pace, with care and understanding.