03/04/2025
Growing up as a child of immigrants, I witnessed the remarkable resilience, sacrifice, and emotional intricacies involved in building a life in a new country. My single mother worked tirelessly to provide stability, bravely navigating unfamiliar systems and cultures.
Straddling two cultures and feeling both deeply connected to my roots and occasionally distant from them shaped my emotional landscape. I learned to read between the lines, sensing the stress in my mother's voice even when she tried to conceal it, and to manage my own emotions in sometimes imperfect ways. This unique burden also gifted me with a profound sense of empathy ability “to understand”.
Becoming a therapist felt like a natural calling. I had spent much of my life holding space for others, striving to understand their pain and translating complex emotions into something manageable. In therapy, I discovered not just a profession but a vocation that honors my own journey while empowering others to make sense of theirs.
Now, as a therapist, I support many patients who, like me, navigate multiple identities, cultural expectations, and the weight of intergenerational sacrifice. I guide them in finding their own voices, validating their experiences, and creating a safe space where they no longer need to shoulder everything alone.
My journey from a child of immigrants to a therapist is one of healing—not just for myself, but for those who, like me, are learning to bridge worlds while discovering their own unique places within them.
