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"What looks like anxiety is often grief that never had a name."
Many of my clients are high-functioning on the outside and quietly exhausted on the inside. They grew up as the responsible one — the translator, the peacekeeper, quietly disappearing while holding everyone else together. Many are first or second-generation immigrants, carrying family loyalty, cultural pressure, and a longing to be known beyond what they achieve. Others are entering new life stages — becoming a partner, a parent, entering or leaving college, or stepping into a career — and finding that old wounds resurface when everything changes. If that's where you are, this is where we begin.
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