I’m a therapist specialized in helping moms and I’m also a mom to two toddlers. I get what you’re going through. Becoming a mother has been the most difficult life transition I’ve been through yet. The journey to becoming a first time mom hit me like a ton of bricks.
I realized I had stuff from my childhood I thought I buried forever coming to haunt me in moments I least expected it. This lead me to feeling confused, unsure, and stressed about the image of the ideal mother I strived to be. I realized I put way too much pressure on myself.
I will never forget the tightness in my chest, rapid breathing, and intrusive thoughts I had while I was home alone with my newborn. I would tell myself “I can’t f**k this up, I need to be the best mom” until I was paralyzed by fear.
I was able to get to a place of healing, and my purpose is to help you get there too.
I recognize I am living and working on the unceded land of the Haudenosaunee, Anishinabewaki, Kanien’kehà:ka, Omàmiwininiwag, and Wendake-Nionwentsio.
My privileges include being white (descendant of white European settlers with few Indigenous ancestors), cis-gendered (I was designated as female at birth and never questioned the identity that was given to me), in a heterosexual relationship, able-bodied, neuro-typical, and in the middle-class. I have experienced oppression because I’m a woman and because my first language is French.