Teal Elephant Couns: Child, Teen and Adult, Trauma Therapy

Teal Elephant Couns: Child, Teen and Adult, Trauma Therapy Mental Health Service

Happy Monday!
08/24/2026

Happy Monday!

There's an old Korean saying: when things go well, it's all me. When things go wrong, blame the ancestors.Except these d...
08/15/2026

There's an old Korean saying: when things go well, it's all me. When things go wrong, blame the ancestors.

Except these days we've swapped out the ancestors for "the doctor" and "the system."

My blood sugar was borderline, so I went to a clinic. The first doctor wouldn't just hand me a prescription. He wanted to talk diet, exercise, daily habits first. I remember feeling almost insulted. I came in paying for a quick fix, not a lecture on basic adulting.

So I found a second doctor, a more "understanding" one. He prescribed the miracle medication (those GLP 1 injections) but he said the same thing, just gently: the meds are only an aid, you still have to change your life style.

I took the medicine but I also kept ordering late-night takeout and sinking into the couch every evening. My numbers didn't move an inch.

By the time my follow-up rolled around, I was embarrassed enough to stretch the truth a little. Told him I'd been exercising a little, could we just bump up the dosage. What I didn't say was that I'd been fighting binge eating every night and couldn't stop it. He never asked. I never told him.

Eventually my numbers spiraled and I got the diabetes diagnosis. And that's when the outrage kicked in. Why didn't that doctor ask if I had an eating disorder? Why didn't he catch what I was hiding? He completely neglected me!!!

So who's actually responsible here? The first doctor for being honest instead of just prescribing? The second doing exactly what I asked? The healthcare system for not training doctors to dig deeper? Or me, the one who lied, hid the real issue, and never changed a thing?

Somehow people will argue for any answer except the last one.

Centuries ago we blamed spirits or bad lineage to make sense of our own failures. Now "the doctor" and "the system" have taken their place.

Admitting what we're hiding, the habits we won't drop, the responsibility we're avoiding, that's a direct hit to the ego. But the moment we say "the system failed me," we get to stay the innocent victim.

Here's the irony though. In physical medicine, nobody blinks when a doctor says pills alone won't fix you, you also need to move your body and eat differently. That's just expected.

But in psychiatry and therapy, asking a client to take real ownership often gets treated as taboo, like every setback has to be someone else's fault. Why the double standard?

A few reasons, I think.

First, the effort to reduce stigma around mental illness accidentally erased a lot of people's sense of agency. If it's purely biological, the expectation becomes that you just wait to be fixed, like you're under anesthesia.

Second, the line between "I can't" and "I won't" is so much blurrier here than a broken leg. Everyone can see a fracture on an X-ray. But when someone is too depressed to get out of bed versus actively avoiding discomfort through substances or skipped sessions, that distinction is uncomfortable to sit with. So we lump it all under "symptoms" and ask for zero accountability.

Third, trauma has become such a dominant lens that holding someone accountable can get mistaken for blaming the victim. We lose the ability to say both things at once: your pain isn't your fault, and your healing is still your responsibility.

And fourth, honestly, it's just scary to accept that some suffering can't be fixed by a professional or medicine. Treatments like DBT ask for real, grueling work from the client. Accepting that means facing how limited any of us really are in fixing another person's life. Blaming a broken system is just easier to sit with.

Taking accountability off the table looks compassionate. But it actually strips people of their agency and keeps them stuck.

No therapist, no clinic, no system can fix a life for someone who keeps their hands in their pockets and hides the truth.

Blame is always easier. It just doesn't fix anything.

You're the author of your own life. We're guides, not saviors. Treatment is a partnership, not something done to you.




I love it * name it to tame it*
08/12/2026

I love it * name it to tame it*

Ever notice how saying "I'm anxious" out loud makes it feel slightly less overwhelming?

That's actually science.

When you name what you're feeling, your brain shifts from reaction mode into awareness mode. The emotion doesn't disappear but it loses some of its grip on you.

Name it to tame it. ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿผ

08/04/2026

Update: it is actually becoming a social experiment at this point.

After writing the below uodate, I am still receiving calls. I asked if they have actually read my FB post. One sales rep told ME to open MY FB page and read this post that I wrote as they don't see the message about not calling them.

I did find someone and already paid the deposit. So Please stop messaging me or call me. Thank you all!
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update: please do not call me or message me as I have finalized the company. Thank you again!
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I have had so many inquiries.
I have talked to some of the people and chatting about with few leads.

Looking for someone to help with my website's visual design!
please let me know if you are interested!

Taking Back the Wheel: On Healing and Moving Beyond Past Hurtโ€‹There is a delicate topic Iโ€™ve wanted to share for a while...
08/03/2026

Taking Back the Wheel: On Healing and Moving Beyond Past Hurt

โ€‹There is a delicate topic Iโ€™ve wanted to share for a while, and I am approaching it with a great deal of care and caution.

โ€‹The term "victim identity" can easily sound like another accusation aimed at people who were genuinely hurt, and that is by no means my intention.
So let me be clear upfront: if someone hurt you, thatโ€™s on them, not you. Struggling with the aftermath is an entirely normal response. This isnโ€™t about denying your pain or minimizing what happened.
Itโ€™s simply an observation Iโ€™ve made over many years, both in the therapy room and in my own life.

โ€‹To be clear, I am not referring to people living with severe trauma, such as childhood abuse or sexual assault, who continue to endure flashbacks or a nervous system stuck on high alert. That is not a place anyone chooses to stay in. It is the body struggling to register that the danger has passed, and that calls for specialized trauma treatment, not this conversation.

โ€‹What I am addressing is a different situation entirely. Times when the threat has genuinely receded, when safety exists in the present, yet the mind continually pulls back to that same point in the past. Situations where there is actual room, actual space, to make a choice.

โ€‹The longer we remain in the place of having been wronged, the harder it becomes to surrender the protection and control that position offers.

โ€‹Being hurt isn't your fault. Yet, thereโ€™s a strange, subtle power that comes with staying in that position.

* โ€‹It gives you an alibi: "I was hurt, so how my life turned out isnโ€™t my fault."

* It gives you moral high ground: "I was hurt, so Iโ€™m above reproach."

* It creates relational leverage: "You hurt me, so you owe me guilt, and you should act however I need you to."

โ€‹These three dynamics quietly weave together, and before we realize it, stepping away feels almost impossible.

โ€‹The pain is real. It was unfair, and none of it was your fault. But whether to keep living in that place today is a separate question altogether.

What we surrender by staying there usually isn't safety. It's the steering wheel of our own lives.

โ€‹The moment we believe, "I can't heal until they apologize," or "This anger won't fade until they change," we hand control right back to the person who hurt us, often indefinitely.
If they never make amends, are we meant to stay trapped forever?

โ€‹Instead of a clean recovery, what I often observe in session is a loop. A client might bring up a completely different issue week after week, yet the conversation inevitably circles back to the same origin: the same person, the same scene. It doesn't matter where it begins, whether it's a frustration from work or a recent argument with your spouse, or a triggering memory.
It always lands in the same place.
โ€‹The details shift, but the destination never does.

โ€‹When I gently suggest the possibility of stepping away from that place, resistance almost always follows.

Leaving the place of hurt can feel like conceding, as if letting go means admitting it wasn't really that bad after all. Holding onto the grievance feels like the only remaining proof that the harm was real, that it truly happened.
In that light, moving on feels like its own kind of unfairness.

Ultimately, breaking generational cycles, whether of fear, control, or gaslighting, comes down to a similar realization: accepting that you have no power to change the person who harmed you, and choosing to take the wheel back into your own hands instead.

โ€‹No one had the right to hurt you. But healing and rebuilding a happy life? That is entirely your responsibility, and entirely your right.

โ€‹To anyone quietly setting down what theyโ€™ve been carrying and stepping back into their own life today: Iโ€™m cheering you on.

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Today I keep thinking back to some of the young people I've had the privilege of crossing paths with over the years, esp...
08/02/2026

Today I keep thinking back to some of the young people I've had the privilege of crossing paths with over the years, especially the ones who had to get through hard seasons with very little support around them.

Looking back, the moments that stuck with me most weren't really the big breakthroughs. A lot of it was just showing up. Sharing a doughnut. Walking laps around a track. Doing some crafts. Sitting through an easy conversation with no pressure attached to it.

I'm not totally sure if remembering them like this is more for me or for them. Either way, I want to send my best to wherever life has taken them. You mattered then, you matter now, and you're still quietly remembered.

Imagine women in their 60s, 70s, even 80s diving into freezing, turbulent open water with no oxygen tank, no wetsuit hea...
07/30/2026

Imagine women in their 60s, 70s, even 80s diving into freezing, turbulent open water with no oxygen tank, no wetsuit heater, no high-tech gear. Just a wetsuit, goggles, and their bare hands, going 30 feet down on a single breath to harvest sea urchins, octopus, and abalone from the ocean floor.

These are the Jeju Haenyeo, South Korea's centuries-old culture of female free-divers, recognized as a UNESCO Intangible Cultural Heritage.

People who know the Haenyeo usually talk about their philosophy of Non-Possession, taking only what the ocean gives and never over-harvesting out of greed.

That's worth its own post. Today I want to talk about something else: how they survive as a tribe, and what it taught me about what equality actually looks like.

At the heart of it is a simple rule. In open ocean, diving alone is a death sentence, so the Haenyeo don't compete with each other.
They enter the water together, listen for each other's breath sounds from the surface, and leave together. One member's safety is everyone's responsibility, because they belong to each other.

That's what makes their version of equality possible. Elite divers earn more because they take on the deep water and the risk that comes with it. Shallow water, called Halmang Badang or Grandmother's Sea, is reserved for the elderly and for novices.

There's no jealousy in this, and no condescension either. The elite divers don't look down on the ones in the shallows, and the ones in the shallows don't resent the ones who go deep.

Nobody's competing for the same water. The goal was never for one diver to outdo another, it's for the whole tribe to survive, and eventually thrive, together.

That's the part that struck me most: they didn't build a system to reward the strongest. They built one to take care of everyone.

There's no room for free-riding in this tribe. So the elderly divers don't step back, they just contribute differently. Fifty years in the water makes them living maps of the tides and weather, which keeps the elite divers safe.

Stationed in the shallows, they're the ones who spot trouble first, and they're the ones quietly clearing the seabed while they work.

That reshaped how I think about fairness.

Real equality was never about everyone getting the same outcome regardless of effort. It's strength-based: everyone contributes at their own capacity, and the tribe respects what each role is actually worth.

So I keep asking myself: am I bringing my own strength to MY own tribe ?

Surviving together got the Haenyeo through the ocean. But thriving together, actually growing because everyone brings their piece, might be the deeper lesson here. Maybe that's the wisdom the sea has been holding onto this whole time. ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿฆชโœจ

โ€‹ Something to Think About for My Next Post:
When we talk about a system where skilled veterans hold the power, a natural question arises: What stops the elite divers from exploiting the weaker ones or hoarding all the resources for themselves?
โ€‹How does a tribe prevent the strong from taking advantage of the vulnerable when power is unevenly distributed? Iโ€™ll dive deeper into how the Haenyeo solved this exact dilemma in my next post! Stay tuned. ๐Ÿ™ ๐Ÿชธ ๐Ÿฆ‘ ๐Ÿš

07/29/2026

์ตœ๊ทผ ํ•œ์ธ ์ปค๋ฎค๋‹ˆํ‹ฐ ๋‚ด์—์„œ ์‹ฌ๋ฆฌ ์ƒ๋‹ด์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๊ด€์‹ฌ์ด ๋†’์•„์ง€๋ฉด์„œ, ์ง์žฅ์ธ ์ง€์› ํ”„๋กœ๊ทธ๋žจ(EFAP)์ด๋‚˜ ์ฃผ์ •๋ถ€ ์ง€์›์„ ํ™œ์šฉํ•ด ํ•œ๊ตญ์–ด ์ƒ๋‹ด์„ ๋ฐ›์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€ ๋ฌป๋Š” ๋ถ„๋“ค์ด ๋งŽ์•„์กŒ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

โ€‹๋งŽ์€ ๋ถ„๋“ค์ด ๋ณธ์ธ์ด ๊ฐ€์ง„ ํ˜œํƒ์œผ๋กœ 'ํ•œ๊ตญ์–ด' ์‹ฌ๋ฆฌ ์ƒ๋‹ด์„ ์ง์ ‘ ์š”์ฒญํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์„ ๋†“์น˜๊ณค ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ณธ์ธ์˜ ๋ฌธํ™”์  ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ์„ ์ดํ•ดํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ฐ€์žฅ ํŽธ์•ˆํ•œ ๋ชจ๊ตญ์–ด๋กœ ์†Œํ†ตํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ์ƒ๋‹ด์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ์„ ํƒํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์€ ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ๋ถ„์˜ ๋‹น์—ฐํ•œ ๊ถŒ๋ฆฌ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

EFAP(์ง์› ์ง€์› ํ”„๋กœ๊ทธ๋žจ)์ด๋ž€?
EFAP์€ ์ง์žฅ์—์„œ ๋น„์šฉ์„ ์ „์•ก ์ง€์›ํ•ด ์ฃผ๋Š” ํ”„๋กœ๊ทธ๋žจ์œผ๋กœ, ๋‹น๋ฉดํ•œ ๊ณ ๋ฏผ์„ ํ•ด๊ฒฐํ•˜๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋ณดํ†ต 3~6ํšŒ ์ •๋„๋กœ ์ œ๊ณต๋˜๋Š” **๋‹จ๊ธฐ ์‹ฌ๋ฆฌ ์ƒ๋‹ด(Short-term counseling)**์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์‹ฌ๋ฆฌ์  ์–ด๋ ค์›€์„ ๋œ์–ด๋‚ด๊ณ  ๋งˆ์Œ ๊ฑด๊ฐ•์„ ์ฑ™๊ธฐ๋Š” ํ›Œ๋ฅญํ•œ ์ฒซ๊ฑธ์Œ์ด ๋ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

โ€‹์•„๋ž˜ ๊ธฐ๊ด€(๋˜๋Š” ์œ ์‚ฌ ์ง๊ตฐ)์— ๊ทผ๋ฌด ์ค‘์ด์‹œ๋ผ๋ฉด EFAP ํ˜œํƒ์„ ํ†ตํ•ด ๋‹จ๊ธฐ ๋ฌด๋ฃŒ ์ƒ๋‹ด์„ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•˜์‹ค ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์œผ๋ฉฐ, ์ง์› ๋ณธ์ธ๋ฟ๋งŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ๋ฐฐ์šฐ์ž์™€ ์ž๋…€(๋ถ€์–‘๊ฐ€์กฑ)๋„ ๋™์ผํ•œ ์ง€์›์„ ๋ฐ›์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒฝ์šฐ๊ฐ€ ๋งŽ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

โ€‹์บ๋‚˜๋‹ค ์—ฐ๋ฐฉ ์ •๋ถ€ (๊ณต๋ฌด์›, RCMP, ๊ตฐ์ธ ๋“ฑ)
โ€‹BC์ฃผ ๋ณด๊ฑด ๋‹น๊ตญ (Fraser Health, Vancouver Coastal Health ๋“ฑ)
โ€‹๊ต์œก์ฒญ ๋ฐ ๊ณต๋ฆฝ ํ•™๊ต (BC์ฃผ ๋‚ด School Districts ๋ฐ ๊ต์ง์›)
โ€‹์ง€์—ญ ์‹œ์ฒญ ๋ฐ ์ง€๋ฐฉ ์ž์น˜ ๋‹จ์ฒด
โ€‹๋Œ€์ค‘๊ตํ†ต ๋ฐ ์ง€์—ญ ๊ธฐ๋ฐ˜ ์‹œ์„ค (TransLink ๋“ฑ)
โ€‹๋‹ค๊ตญ์  ๊ธฐ์—…, IT ๊ธฐ์—… ๋ฐ ์ผ๋ฐ˜ ์ค‘์†Œ๊ธฐ์—…

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EFAP ๋‹จ๊ธฐ ํšŒ๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ์ข…๋ฃŒ๋œ ์ดํ›„์—๋Š” ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ  ๊ณ„์‹  Extended Health Benefit (Sun Life, Canada Life, Pacific Blue Cross, Manulife ๋“ฑ) ์„ ํ™œ์šฉํ•˜์—ฌ ๋Š๊น€ ์—†์ด ์•ˆ์ •์ ์œผ๋กœ ์žฅ๊ธฐ ์ƒ๋‹ด์„ ์ด์–ด๊ฐ€์‹ค ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

(๋ฌผ๋ก , ์ฒ˜์Œ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ Extended Health ๋ณดํ—˜์„ ์‚ฌ์šฉํ•ด ๋„‰๋„‰ํ•œ ํšŒ๊ธฐ๋กœ ์ƒ๋‹ด์„ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•˜์‹œ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๋„ ์ข‹์€ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.)

โ€‹๋ฒ”์ฃ„ ํ”ผํ•ด์ž ์ง€์› ํ”„๋กœ๊ทธ๋žจ (CVAP - Crime Victim Assistance Program) ์•ˆ๋‚ด
BC์ฃผ ์ •๋ถ€์—์„œ ์šด์˜ํ•˜๋Š” CVAP์€ ํญ๋ ฅ ๋ฒ”์ฃ„์˜ ํ”ผํ•ด์ž, ์ง๊ณ„ ๊ฐ€์กฑ ๋ฐ ํŠน์ • ๋ชฉ๊ฒฉ์ž์—๊ฒŒ ์‹ฌ๋ฆฌ ์ƒ๋‹ด ๋น„์šฉ์„ ์ง€์›ํ•˜๋Š” ํ”„๋กœ๊ทธ๋žจ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ํŠธ๋ผ์šฐ๋งˆ ํšŒ๋ณต์€ ์‹ฌ๋ฆฌ์  ์•ˆ์ •๊ฐ์ด ๊ฐ€์žฅ ์ค‘์š”ํ•˜๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์—, ๊ฐ€์žฅ ํŽธ์•ˆํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ์ •์„ ํ‘œํ˜„ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ชจ๊ตญ์–ด ์ƒ๋‹ด์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ์„ ํƒํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด ํฐ ๋„์›€์ด ๋ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

CVAP ์Šน์ธ์„ ๋ฐ›์œผ์…จ๋‹ค๋ฉด, ๋น„์šฉ ๋ถ€๋‹ด ์—†์ด ํ•œ๊ตญ์–ด ํŠธ๋ผ์šฐ๋งˆ ์ƒ๋‹ด์„ ์ง„ํ–‰ํ•˜์‹ค ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

โ€‹์ƒ๋‹ด ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•:
โ€‹EFAP ๋‹จ๊ธฐ ์ƒ๋‹ด ์‹ ์ฒญ ์‹œ: ์ง์žฅ ๋‚ด ์ธ์‚ฌ๊ณผ(HR)๋‚˜ EFAP ์ ‘์ˆ˜์ฒ˜์— ์—ฐ๋ฝํ•˜์—ฌ

ํ•œ๊ตญ์–ด ๊ตฌ์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ€๋Šฅํ•œ ์‹ฌ๋ฆฌ ์ƒ๋‹ด์‚ฌ์™€ ์ƒ๋‹ดํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค(I am requesting to be matched with a Korean-speaking clinical counsellor).

๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ช…ํ™•ํžˆ ์š”์ฒญํ•ด ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”.

โ€‹Extended Health ๋˜๋Š” CVAP ์‹ ์ฒญ ์‹œ: ํ•ด๋‹น ๋ณดํ—˜ ๋ฐ ์ฃผ์ •๋ถ€ ํ”„๋กœ๊ทธ๋žจ ์ ์šฉ์ด ๊ฐ€๋Šฅํ•œ ๊ณต์ธ๋œ ํ•œ๊ตญ์ธ ์‹ฌ๋ฆฌ ์ƒ๋‹ด์‚ฌ์—๊ฒŒ ์ง์ ‘ ์—ฐ๋ฝํ•˜์—ฌ ์˜ˆ์•ฝ ๋ฐ ์˜์ˆ˜์ฆ ๋ฐœ๊ธ‰ ์ ˆ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์•ˆ๋‚ด๋ฐ›์œผ์‹œ๋ฉด ๋ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

์ฃผ๋ณ€์— ๋งˆ์Œ์˜ ํ™˜๊ธฐ๋‚˜ ์น˜์œ ๊ฐ€ ํ•„์š”ํ•˜์‹  ๋ถ„๋“ค์„ ์œ„ํ•ด ์ด ์œ ์šฉํ•œ ์ •๋ณด๋ฅผ ๋„๋ฆฌ ๊ณต์œ ํ•ด ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”

( Wirth Foundation ์ด๋ผ๋Š”๊ณณ์€ 8 session์„ ์ง€์›ํ•ด ์ค๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ณดํ—˜ํ˜œํƒ ์ด ์—†์œผ์‹  ๋ถ„์€ ์—ฌ๊ธฐ์„œ funding ์„ ๋ฐ›์œผ์‹ค์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.)

There's a fruit I loved growing up in Korea. I don't know quite how to describe it to someone who hasn't had it. The sce...
07/28/2026

There's a fruit I loved growing up in Korea. I don't know quite how to describe it to someone who hasn't had it. The scent sits somewhere between a delicate flower and bright citrus. The texture is close to melon, but it isn't juicy, it has this distinct, satisfying crunch. And the taste is that perfect balance of sweet and tart.

Can you guess what it is? Can you picture what it tastes like?

You might be able to imagine something close. You have a lifetime of other fruits to draw from, so you can guess. But until you actually take a bite, you will never really know what it tastes like. No description gets you there.

Feelings like safety, joy, and grace work the same way. We can talk about what it means to be loved, to be truly heard, to feel safe. We can talk about it for hours. But if someone has never actually felt those things, the words stay just words.

And for people who haven't experienced them, it can be genuinely hard to even recognize the feeling when it shows up, because there's nothing to compare it to.

This is a lot of what happens in session, at least for me. My job isn't to explain safety or explain grace. It's to build a space where a client can actually feel it, even briefly.

You've tasted something once, you can't unknow it. You start noticing it in places you missed before. You start reaching for it instead of just hoping for it.

Is there a feeling you've talked about a lot, but never actually let yourself feel?

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