06/22/2026
Last night was Sunday evening after a weekend of rain and the light was doing that thing it does in late June where it refuses to leave and I was at work on something that I wish I had ten years ago.
I have been building something for therapists and other helpers for the better part of a year. Not a course or another webinar series or another thing to add to your already impossible week and definitely not a promise of scaling a practice you're not sure you even want to stay in.
I think of it as a way through the hard stuff rather than a way around.
For months I have written curriculum at this kitchen table when the house was finally still, and my own nervous system finally settling. I have been mapping what it actually takes to come back from the kind of fatigue no weekend can touch and the kind you can't journal your way out of.
I keep thinking about who this is for and I think of my younger self:
*The therapist who is good at her job and feels like she's disappearing inside a system that promised to help and never did.
*The one who has nothing left for the people she loves by the time she gets home and feels guilt for something she can't control.
*The one who knows, clinically, exactly what is happening to her, and still cannot stop it.
Because awareness was never the protection we thought it would be.
Like I tell my clients, it's not a knowing problem.
Something is coming this fall with eight spots for clinicans ready to change the way they show up in their practice, and the rest of their life.
If you want first access, join the waitlist. Link in bio.