Moving through life can feel like a careful balancing act. You keep yourself upright, polite, competent, and capable, all while quietly asking: Am I too much? Not enough? Will I ever be seen?

You overextend. You perfect. You prove. You manage how others experience you, how they feel about you, how safe you are. And yet, somehow, the effort never quite stops the ache of being unseen, unheard, or unchosen.

It’s easy to believe the problem is you. But these patterns often began long ago, shaped by what you had to do to be loved, to be safe, to belong. Without understanding them, they tend to persist, showing up in relationships, in self-doubt, and in the constant effort to hold yourself together.

The work now isn’t about fixing yourself. It’s about understanding what has been carried for years, so these patterns no longer quietly dictate how you relate, choose, and endure.

This is where I come in.