The Roaming Psychotherapist

24/04/2026

There’s something about the people who walk through my door.. I genuinely love y'all. I get a front row seat to real, raw, complicated human stories every single day, and somehow you trust me with the parts you don’t show anyone else. That’s not something I take lightly.

Also, I have this thing where I get to the core of the issue really fast. Like, deep dive, straight to the onion’s center in record time. People will pause mid session and go, “How did you just do that?”

And I’m just sitting there like.. honestly? No idea. No strategy. No magic script. Just vibes and a deeply non judgmental nervous system. I show up as a real imperfect human. No performance. No filter. And once people realize I come by this work honestly.. the floodgates open and we’re suddenly knee deep in the real stuff.

I love that space. The honesty. The relief. The “oh wow, I’ve never said that out loud before." Feeling really grateful this Friday morning. For the trust. For the connection. And for the absolute privilege of doing work that lets me witness people being fully, unapologetically human. ❤️‍🩹

23/04/2026

Teen texting: The confidence. The chaos. The absolute lack of concern for my sanity.

And somehow, these same kids are out here being smart, kind, funny, doing well in their lives, and growing into genuinely amazing humans.

10/10 experience. Would absolutely do it again.

❤️

22/04/2026

New Blog post! 🧡

ADHD and depression together don’t always look like what people expect. It’s not just sadness, lack of energy and it’s not just distraction. It’s often a strange mix of exhaustion, overwhelm, and frustration with yoursel...

22/04/2026

I don't do white shoes. But these pearly white Converse?

They came for me emotionally. I left them at Winners on Sunday. Thought I was being responsible. Then spent the next 24 hours mentally spiralling. So I went back and bought them yesterday.

They feel symbolic. New chapter energy. Not gonna lie, part of me is secretly hoping they will magically save me from stepping into chaos.. at least until I inevitably spill coffee on them.

So anyway, if you see me out in the wild walking carefully like I’m carrying the entire concept of change in my feet, don't mind me. I’m just out there trying not to trip on my own growth. 👠☕

21/04/2026

Guess the "slow season" forgot to show up on my calendar this year and I'm not mad about it.

April is wrapping up and referrals are still coming in, things are busy (in the best way), and my online booking system deserves a raise at this point.

Honestly, whoever's been deciding "I’ll just book this online real quick" you’re my people. It’s simple, it’s quick, no back and fort and apparently it’s working very well because y’all keep finding me. 👀

So if you’ve been thinking about booking, take it as your sign. Click the link, book your spot, and let’s dive in. At this rate, summer might be fully booked before it even starts and I ain't mad about it! 🌞🌈

https://book.carepatron.com/Annie-Lauzon/Annie?p=y2Q3VcZkQKelQdrWjHKhag&s=8sjLuxj6

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20/04/2026

POV: You finally find a Therapist you like and suddenly your schedule, your energy, your dog, Mercury in retrograde (anything and everything) starts getting in the way.

Interesting timing.. Hard truth? If you felt a real connection, it might not be about the Therapist at all. It might be about what starts to come up when you’re actually seen. Growth is uncomfortable. Vulnerability is inconvenient. And healing tends to challenge the parts of you that have been surviving just fine staying exactly the same.

No shame in going at your own pace. But if you keep “almost” going.. it might be worth asking yourself: Am I avoiding the work or protecting myself from something deeper?

(I'll be here either way.. sitting calmly(ish), sipping my coffee, ready for your chaos when you are ☕️🤍)

18/04/2026

Each time I get into my Jeep since getting it feels like the first song that comes on is a song she loves... I don't believe in coincidences like that. It feels like a nudge, a quiet reminder "oublies moi pas matante..." as if we ever could..

Miss you Audrie-pette 🤍

17/04/2026

Petty? Maybe. Effective? Absolutely. 💃🏻✌🏻❤️‍🩹

17/04/2026

Doing the right thing rarely feels comfortable. It disrupts. It shifts energy. It makes people defensive. It exposes things others would rather keep buried. And when that happens, the pressure won’t be to stand firm, it will be to soften, to backtrack, to make it easier for everyone else to breathe again. Teach them that silence can protect the wrong things. That minimizing their pain doesn’t make it disappear.

When they choose truth over approval, they might lose some people. The room might go quiet. The energy might shift. But the people worth keeping? The safe ones, the grounded ones won’t require silence as the price of belonging. Raise kids who can feel the weight of a moment, who can recognize when something matters, and who are willing to stand in it anyway, without abandoning themselves just to stay accepted.

April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month. Let's keep the conversation going. ❤️‍🩹

16/04/2026

There are seasons where you don’t get to fall apart, you just keep fu***ng going. Head down, pushing through s**t that would break most. Not because you’re strong, but because you don’t have a choice. Because people are depending on you. Because stopping isn’t safe.

And in those seasons, it’s loud in your head and dead quiet everywhere else. Nobody’s showing up. Nobody’s asking the right questions. You’re carrying things that never should’ve been yours, hitting wall after wall, and realizing in real time that sometimes there is no justice. No accountability. No one riding in to make it right.

So you swallow it. You adapt. You survive it. You learn how to function with the weight.

And sometimes, out of nowhere, the tide turns. People start paying attention. They start listening. They start believing the things you’ve been saying all along. And it should feel like relief.. and part of it does. But it’s complicated as hell.

Because now you have to go back into it. Say it out loud. Feel it again. Walk through parts of your life you fought like hell to get out of. Hope shows up, but it doesn’t come soft, it rips the door open and drags the past right in with it. It’s validating and exhausting and triggering all at once.

But being heard? Being believed? Not carrying it alone anymore? That hits different. There’s a kind of hope there that you can’t fake. The kind that feels unfamiliar because you haven’t had access to it in a long time. Part of you is still waiting for it to all go sideways. Still bracing for disappointment. Still not fully trusting the process.

But there’s another part.. quieter, but steady.. that’s starting to believe that maybe this time it actually lands. That maybe this time.. it matters.

It’s April. Sexual Assault Awareness Month. And the timing, the shift, the voices getting louder, the truth finally landing...

Stay nervous.

**e

15/04/2026

“This would never happen to me.”

I’ve been sitting with that sentence. The quiet arrogance of it. The illusion baked into it. The way it lets people feel just safe enough to not look any closer. Because it sounds like confidence but it’s actually distance.

Distance from the reality that harm doesn’t check who you are before it finds you. Distance from the fact that control is far more fragile than we like to admit. Distance from the uncomfortable truth that you can do everything “right” and still not be shielded.

People cling to the idea that bad things happen to people who are careless. Naive. Reckless. That there’s always something someone could have done differently. But what about when bad things happen randomly? To kind, well intentioned, caring people?

I'm here to say that those are often the very people who get targeted. Not because they’re weak. But because often kindness gets taken advantage of. And it doesn’t matter how old you are. What you do for a living. How well you “should have known better.”

That belief that you can outsmart harm if you’re careful enough keeps people feeling safe. It also keeps them disconnected. Because as long as you believe “that would never be me,” you think you're somehow shielded from harm. Until something cracks that illusion. Until it happens to you. Or to someone you love. And suddenly, the distance is gone. And now you get it. Now it’s real. Now it’s unacceptable. Now it matters.

It shouldn’t take your world being shaken to believe someone else’s already was. April is Sexual Assault Awareness month. Let's keep the conversation going.

**e

14/04/2026

The telling is often when the second wound begins. After disclosure, there’s a shift that’s hard to explain unless you’ve lived it. The harm itself is one thing. But the aftermath of speaking out has its own weight. Suddenly you’re not just responding to what happened to you, you’re responding to everyone else’s reaction to you saying it happened out loud.

Relationships fracture, isolation creeps in quietly. It's not always loud rejection, sometimes it's just absence. Silence. People stepping back because the truth is too heavy, too complicated, too uncomfortable to hold. Systems and communities don’t always respond to harm with clarity. After disclosure, the focus shifts. Not to what happened but to how it’s being said. Not to impact but to tone. Not to accountability but to reputation management.

And still, people speak out, knowing this part exists, knowing it may cost them connection, stability, or belonging. Because the first wound doesn’t disappear because it goes unspoken. It stays buried. It festers. It grows. Quietly and silently until it becomes unbearable. Until it must be given a voice. 

When telling the truth creates more harm than silence, we are not building systems of safety. We are building systems of containment. Systems that decide who gets supported and who gets isolated. Who gets believed and who gets dissected.

During Sexual Assault Awareness Month, that’s the part I've been sitting with. Awareness is not just about naming harm. It’s about what happens to people after they name it.