The Roaming Psychotherapist, 222 Main Street East (2026)

04/02/2026

19! 🎈🤍🕊️

03/02/2026

19! Tomorrow you would have been 19.

I can hear your voice on the phone "Matante! Omg j'men viens pi on s'en va à BAR!!!! PARTYYYYY!!!! ...mais dit ler pas à mon dad k?" 😅

Anyone who knew you knows that tomorrow would've been a whole vibe... Gros criss de party! You were so full of life. Big feelings, big presence, big heart. You didn’t just exist in a room, you filled it. Just like you fill out hearts still.

19 would've fit you so well. The independence. The freedom. You were supposed to be stepping into that stage like the Queen you are.. making memories, becoming even more of who you already were.

I miss you so much ma grande.. Je shot gun un twisted tea pour toi demain!!🍹🤍

❤️ 💕 #19

02/02/2026

If you know me, you know patience has never been my spiritual gift. I’m more: fast walker/talker, why is this taking so long energy type. So naturally, life decided I should be the calm, supportive parent teaching my daughter how to drive. The irony is loud.

She’s getting ready for her road test, which means soon she’ll be out there driving on her own, and I’m just sitting in the passenger seat having a full spiritual growth experience I did not consent to. White knuckling my coffee, saying things like “Nice turn!” while my nervous system is doing interpretive dance.

But here’s what gets me in the feels: she’s scared. And she’s doing it anyway. Every drive, you can see the nerves.. and then you can see the shift. The tiny boosts of confidence. She’s building courage in real time, and I get a front row seat.

And in the middle of watching her grow up, there’s this other realization sneaking in… I’m growing too. Because I never thought I’d be this parent. The patient one. The steady voice. The one breathing through their own anxiety so their kid can borrow some calm.

She’s also starting a hospital co-op soon, stepping into her independence in big, real ways, and I’m just over here emotional in parking lots trying to keep my s**t together BC I'm so damn proud! Watching all these little hard, ordinary moments turn into the foundation of who my kids are becoming is nothing short of amazing.

I think a lot of us are in this season, doing things that stretch us, supporting kids who are brave and terrified at the same time, wondering if we’re doing it right. Growth is rarely graceful. It looks like deep breaths, shaky starts, messing up and showing up again anyway.

So if you’re out here doing hard things you never thought you could.. for your kids, your family, yourself.. same. We’re all just winging it with love, hope and coffee.

Anyway. If anyone needs me on my off times, I’ll be in the passenger seat pretending I’m calm while mentally installing a second brake pedal. 🥴🚗❤️‍🩹

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01/02/2026

Each time I say the thing out loud, the thing many don't dare speak out about, someone reaches out and thanks me quietly. Not in big public ways. Usually it’s private. A message. A story. A quiet “me too.” And to me, that matters more than anything happening in the comments section.

I talk about hard things on purpose. Because those things we don't dare speak of out loud, that's what matters most, that's the important stuff that shame teaches us to hide. I’m not interested in polished versions of healing that skip over the hard parts. I’m interested in the honest parts. The uncomfortable truths. The things people whisper but rarely say out loud.

Shame grows in silence. It gets louder when people feel judged. It gets heavier when someone thinks they’re the only one going through it. And every time we choose not to speak because it feels safer, shame tightens its grip a little more.

So when I speak openly, it’s because I know someone out there is carrying something they think they have to carry alone and hide. If my voice helps loosen that weight for even one person, I'll keep showing up. I’ll keep naming the hard things. I'll keep making space for stories people thought were unspeakable. I'll keep reminding people they are not alone.

F**k shame. ❤️‍🩹

31/01/2026

New laminator! Not saying I'm obsessed but..

30/01/2026

So I got new business cards because it was time for a logo that truly represents me and my work. Before I get into that, let me tell you about my business name because I know it's a mouthful!

"Roaming Psychotherapy North"

This name wasn’t some big branding strategy. It found me. It all started with "Roaming Psychotherapy" because I was mobile at first. A lil working from home, a lil working in office, a lil home visits...it was different, it stood out, it fit.

Then came time to get a business number and surprise! That name was already taken.

Me being me, I didn't give it a second thought and quickly added "North". And the second I did, it felt right. It felt complete. North is where my roots are. North is home. North is direction when you feel lost.

So an abstract compass pointing North as my new logo? That’s not branding. That’s a story. MY story.

I never imagined I’d be doing this private gig full-time, let alone be this busy, this fulfilled, and this connected. My business grew out of real life, real pain, real resilience and the people who walk through my door every day are the reason it keeps growing.

Grateful for the path. Grateful for my people. Grateful I followed the pull North. 🧭🤍

29/01/2026

Ah yes, “Roaming Psychopath”... love the creativity, Grandpa.

I spend my days teaching people how to deal with high conflict personalities. Grey Rock. Don’t engage. Stay above it. Protect your peace. But today? I’m going to say the quiet part out loud. It fu***ng hurts when you’re the one being targeted. When people you’ve never even met decide to label you, smear you, and chip away at your name online like it’s a hobby. When lies and insults get repeated loud enough, often enough that you start worrying not just about your feelings but about your livelihood, your kids, your safety.

If you're dealing with online hate, smear campaigns, or character attacks, especially after doing the right thing in a hard situation, you're allowed to have feelings about it. While I believe in boundaries and protecting your peace, I also believe in using your voice. There’s space for both. You can refuse to live in the comment section and also refuse to be bullied into silence. You can be grounded and still use your voice to say it's not okay, because it's not. Because the only people who benefit from silence are the ones doing the damage.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but protecting your name, your family, your story, and your peace isn’t petty, it’s POWER.

To the haters lurking, screenshotting, and leaving love notes, thanks for the engagement, thanks for stopping by, and I genuinely hope you find something better to do with your life than obsessing over mine. ✌🏻❤️‍🩹

28/01/2026

I’ve watched the clock run out on someone I love. It happened suddenly. Tragically. I’ve seen what actually matters when everything else goes quiet. And ever since then, my tolerance for judgment around grief? Gone.

When someone dies, especially suddenly, especially in a way people have opinions about, the world does this thing where it turns into judgement. Analysis. Blame. Like grief is a classroom.Like loss is a debate. Like a human life is a headline instead of a heartbeat that mattered.

Here’s what people don’t understand unless they’ve lived it: When it’s someone you love that dies, the how and why fades real fast. What stays is the ache. The heartbreak. The silence. The space where they should be. You don't calculate fault. You want one more minute. One more conversation. One more hug. One more kiss. One more ordinary day.

Grief needs space, softness, and compassion to move through. A tragic story doesn’t make the love smaller. Circumstances don’t make the loss hurt less. Grief is already heavy enough without having to carry other people’s opinions. So if you’ve lost someone and have to hear whispers, side comments, or moral takes while you are trying to grieve, I know how much it hurts.

Today, I'm holding space for families making decisions no one should ever have to make. While the world keeps spinning, funerals are being planned. If you don't know what to offer, let it be something real: send a message to say you’re thinking of them, offer food, give a hug, or simply hold space.

In grief, kindness means everything. ❤️‍🩹

26/01/2026

This weekend’s fatal accident involving teens in our community is sitting heavy on my heart this AM...

When tragedies like this happen, opinions fly. Blame gets thrown around. While I'm never one to excuse harmful behavior, I'm here to say this morning that teens make impulsive, short sighted decisions all the time. Their brains literally aren’t done cooking yet. Risk feels far away. Consequences feel abstract. We all did dumb things at that age. The only difference for most of us is that luck was on our side, and tragedy didn’t follow us home.

That doesn’t mean there aren’t real outcomes. Real loss. Real grief. Real families waking up in a nightmare they can’t opt out of. More than one family. On more than one side. What often gets lost in times like these is humanity. Families are shattered. And while people argue online, those impacted are trying to figure out how to breathe through the worst pain imaginable.

We can hold two truths at once: Yes, choices matter. And also, teenagers are still learning, still impulsive, still wired for risk in ways adults forget. Dragging names, spreading rumors, or piling on hate does nothing to bring anyone back. It just adds more harm to an already traumatic event.

If you feel angry, scared, or shaken, I get it. But please, pause before you post. Ask yourself if what you’re about to say would help a grieving family or just feed the noise.
In times like these, grace matters more than gossip. Compassion matters more than bias.

Some families are living through the unthinkable. Let’s not make it harder for them. Today, I choose kindness. I'm holding space in my heart for everyone involved and impacted by this tragedy.

Ripple effects are huge and it costs nothing to be kind but it means everything in times like these. 🤍❤️‍🩹

24/01/2026

Not all of us grew up being seen.

So we overachieve. We push. We overextend. We become the strong one, the reliable one, the one who has it together. The one who always shows up. And somewhere underneath all that competence is a quiet, aching hope: maybe now someone will finally see me and say they’re proud of me.

Too often, those moments of validation never come. Not because who you are is not impressive. Not because you’re not working hard enough. Not because what you’re building isn’t incredible. Because not everyone will see you. Not everyone knows how to show up in that way. So stop handing others the measuring stick.

My advice? Stop hustling for validation from people who are emotionally unequipped to give it. Stop exhausting yourself trying to earn a kind of recognition that was never up to others to give you in the first place. I'm not saying stop wanting and asking for encouragement. Of course it feels good to be acknowledged and seen. But to me, healing is when you stop waiting for it to decide how you're gonna feel about yourself and your accomplishments.

If your worth is always in someone else’s mouth, your confidence will always be on life support. You deserve a voice inside you that sounds like support, not a panel of judges. That voice takes time to build, especially if criticism, dismissal, or emotional distance is your norm.
But learning to be the one who says I’m proud of you to yourself? That’s not ego. That’s love. You don’t need permission to feel worthy. You don’t need approval to feel accomplished. You don’t need witnesses to know you’ve grown. Step off the stage and take the damn measuring stick back!

Here for all of it! 📏🎬❤️‍🩹

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23/01/2026

Let me educate you on the Jordan decision in criminal court which was passed in 2016. I’m talking about the legal loophole that’s literally letting people get away with murder. Here’s how it works: someone can commit the worst, and if the court process drags on too long, charges get stayed. Too slow, too messy, too inconvenient for the system, and suddenly the person who hurt someone walks free.

And this isn’t usually because charges weren’t laid. They were. It’s a perfect setup for accountability avoidance, a system that’s easier on the offender than the victim. And we need to talk about it more, because people are literally walking free while survivors live a lifetime of retraumatization.

And here’s the part the system doesn’t see but I do every day in my office. Survivors did what they were told to do. They spoke out. They reported. They testified. They relived their trauma in the name of justice. Then the clock ran out. And the message they’re left with is that what happened to them wasn’t urgent enough, that it doesn't matter.

When charges get stayed, the case may close, but the trauma stays. The impacts are lifelong: anxiety, depression, health issues, relationship struggles, substance use and a deep, unresolved sense of injustice follow forever. So no, this isn’t a harmless technicality. The damage walks into therapy offices long after the court file is gone and that’s exactly why we need to make noise about this.

So I'm calling it out. Because the system needs to stop bending over backwards to protect the guilty while ignoring the people they’ve destroyed. Justice should be non-negotiable, no matter how long it takes in court.

Let's stop letting people get away with murder. ❤️‍🩹

22/01/2026

I've been connecting dots and being inconvenient again...

I see this all the time in my work and I got proof again yesterday that trauma absolutely lives in the body. So I don’t ever want to hear from another medical professional that development can't be delayed bc of trauma.

When someone goes through trauma, especially chronic or overwhelming stress, the nervous system shifts into self preservation and the body adapts. When that happens, systems adjust accordingly: hormones, sleep, digestion, energy, regulation, development..

And when safety finally starts to return, when the nervous system begins to settle, systems come back online. Because the body finally feels safe enough to stop protecting.

So yes, I will always connect dots if there are dots to be connected. No, that’s not me being paranoid. That’s me being a parent who knows exactly what their kids have been through. That’s me understanding nervous systems and how bodies work. And that’s me knowing that when people go through bad s**t, their bodies and nervous systems go into self-preservation mode until it feels safe to come back online.

Minimizing or ignoring this isn’t neutral, it’s harmful. Certainty without curiosity is dangerous. Bodies are complex, trauma is adaptive, and acting like it stops at the neck is outdated. So I'll keep connecting dots and rocking boats and I don't need anyone's permission to trust my gut. And neither do you.

Here for all of it. ❤️‍🩹

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