The Jigsaw Collection

A little throwback to my community mental health days… because if you’ve worked in community mental health, you already KNOW. 😂

The caseloads. The paperwork. The phone calls. The documentation. The crisis that somehow happened exactly when you were about to leave. And somehow functioning on caffeine, snacks, and pure determination. 😭

Was it chaotic? Absolutely. Did it teach me more than I could ever fit into a training manual? ALSO YES.

Community mental health really said, “Congrats on becoming a therapist… now here’s your character development.” 😂

Forever grateful for that chapter of my therapist life… and also very grateful I can laugh about it now. 😂

Community mental health therapists, what’s something you’ll NEVER forget from those days? 👀👇🏼

I swear I’m never looking for the drama… but somehow the drama always finds me 😂

And there is truly no better place to accidentally overhear someone’s entire life story than a women’s bathroom. I’m just trying to p*e and now I’m emotionally invested 😭

Please tell me this happens to other people too 😂👇

This is Part 1 of a story I never imagined I would be telling. 🤍

Miscarriage is incredibly common… and yet, until I experienced it myself, I had no idea how quiet the experience could feel.

And I think that silence can convince us that we’re the only ones.

That everyone else gets pregnant and stays pregnant. That everyone else gets to be excited without being scared. That everyone else gets the version of this journey we thought we were going to have.

But the more I started talking about my experience, the more I realized just how many people had a story too.

There is something powerful about that.

When we talk about the things that have made us feel isolated, we take back some of the power they held over us. We give life to stories that often exist quietly behind closed doors, and we create space for someone else to say, “Me too.”

And sometimes, “me too” is exactly what someone needs to feel a little less alone.

I also want to acknowledge something important as I start sharing this series: I’m a therapist. My job is to hold space for other people every single day, and I believe there’s a difference between vulnerability and sharing from an open wound.

I’m not bringing my open wounds to the internet and asking you to hold them for me. These are parts of my story that I have actively been processing, healing from, and learning how to carry. I feel grounded enough now to talk about them in a way that I hope creates connection rather than asking for caretaking.

So over the next few videos, I’m going to let you into my miscarriage and pregnancy journey a little more.

And if any part of my story overlaps with yours miscarriage, pregnancy after loss, fertility struggles, fear, grief, or simply a journey that looked nothing like you expected I hope you find something here that reminds you that your story deserves space too.

We don’t have to experience the same story to find community in telling the truth about what we’ve been through. 🤍

And if you feel comfortable, this is a safe space to talk about it.

POV: You’re a therapist enjoying your time off when you get that text from a client…

“I broke no contact.” 👀

And suddenly you just KNOW next session is about to be a good one. 😂

Not an emergency. Not something we need to unpack over text. Just enough information for me to stare at my phone like… ohhhh, okay. We have things to discuss. 📝😭

Therapists know there are certain client texts that immediately make you mentally add 14 things to the next session agenda.

No judgment. No “I told you so.” Just me waiting patiently for our next appointment because apparently… we have PLOT DEVELOPMENT. 😂

Another throwback to when I had energy, my joints didn’t hurt, and apparently I could still dance 😂🤰🏼

Working with teens sometimes means learning how to dance through the awkwardness… literally.

Especially when their favorite response is:
“I don’t know.”
“How was your week?” — “I don’t know.”
“How are you feeling?” — “I don’t know.”
“Do you want to be here?” — aggressive silence 😂

But here’s the thing about teen therapy: connection usually comes before conversation. Sometimes the work isn’t getting them to open up right away, it’s showing them that you’re willing to sit in the awkwardness without forcing it.

You meet them where they are. You earn the trust. You laugh when it feels right. And eventually, “I don’t know” might turn into something real. 🤍

Until then… we dance. 😂