There have been moments in my life when I could not explain what I was feeling, times when I blamed myself for the losses I experienced or found myself asking, Why is this happening to me? Even while I was living through the trauma of those los...

Not All Scars Are Visible When people hear the words abusive relationship, they often picture the injuries that can be seen: black eyes, bruises, busted lips, cuts, scratches, or broken and fractured bones. These wounds are real, serious, and deserv...

Whenever the topic of children’s mental health comes up, someone from my generation is guaranteed to say: “We didn’t have all this anxiety and depression when we were growing up!” Wait a minute, didn’t we? Or had anxiety and depression simply not be...

There are still people who believe mental illness only affects certain races. Within parts of the Black community, depression and anxiety are sometimes treated like weaknesses, excuses, or “something white people deal with.” Medication can be stigma...

The first time I truly experienced grief was with the passing of my mother. The doctors gave us a timeframe. They explained what was happening. However, I didn’t believe them. Maybe I heard them, but I refused to understand what their words actually...

There are moments in this profession that remind me that therapy does not always happen while sitting across from someone in a perfectly arranged office with a cute little couch or chair,. Truth be told I don’t even have a couch in my office or a pr...

I cannot count how many times I've replayed a conversation or imagined ten different outcomes based on a single statement, a difficult conversation, or even something I felt needed to be said. I've found myself asking questions like these....