
09/09/2025
This license cost me more than just hours on paper. It took years of hard work through classes, supervision, clients, and just to add some of the jobs that drained me, all while living my own life. I’ve sat in parking lots wondering if I was even cut out for this. I’ve pulled myself through nights of studying, through setbacks that made me question if it was even worth it, through exhaustion and loneliness that made me want to walk away.
It was not fun. It wasn’t some straight line of confidence and success. It was messy. It was lonely a lot of the times. And it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
But here I am. Licensed Professional Counselor. 🥳Not because I was lucky, not because it all lined up perfectly, but because I refused to stop. Because even when I was doubting myself, I kept showing up.
So this celebration…it’s not just about a title. It’s about every tear, every late night, every “I can’t do this anymore” that I still pushed through. It’s about making it to the other side of something I thought might break me.
From a student to now a licensed baddie. Of course I wouldn’t be here without my support team. This is our win. 🙌🏾🎉