I’M HOPE
therapist • comedian • artist • dreamer • soul worker
I’ve spent years helping people heal trauma through somatic approaches, IFS, Jungian frameworks + depth psychology, psychedelic-assisted therapy, nervous system alchemy, and the radical practice of feeling your actual feelings.
I was trained in the rooms of traditional therapy and then I had to unlearn most of it to practice what actually heals: decolonized, embodied, collective, ancestral, soul-rooted care.
What I believe
Tears are medicine.
Laughter is holy.
Joy is resistance.
Community as care is the revolution.
What I stand for
Neurodecolonization
Shadow work
Ancestral honoring
Embodiment as homecoming
Theater & improv as liberation
Spirituality without the spiritual bypass
I am a
Jungian + IFS oriented trauma therapist.
Somatic + nervous system focused practitioner.
Psychedelic healer.
Humor-as-healing pioneer.
I strive to live with a sense of humor and an attitude of compassion. I believe in kindness and in mischief. I am passionately curious, extremely ADD and ridiculously sarcastic. I believe in the power of connection, comedy, community, kindness, and using my privilege to help dismantle oppressive systems and elevate others who have been ignored, silenced, and marginalized.
My Specialties
[01]
Trauma Therapy
I support a diverse team of brilliant clinicians that help high-functioning adults and underserved folks ready to heal.
[02]
Comedy as Therapy
I believe that there is power in bridging trauma care, humor, and healing. Through my work I bring it into hospitals, schools, oppressed communities, and refugee camps
[03]
Psychedelic Healing
My work is centered on supporting those called to big work through deep soul work through retreats, intensives, and integration.
My Story
I’ve been searching for the meaning and purpose and understanding of my life and my pain and the worlds pain since as far back as I can remember.
Wondering where I fit? Who I am? Who we are? What lessons am I meant to learn? Where did we come from? Why am I here? Who am I meant to become? What is the purpose of the paths we take? The hurt we endure? The feelings we feel? The people placed in our lives? The way we connect and heal and hurt and love each other. Staring at every injustice (mine and yours and the worlds) like there had to be an answer I was meant to find.
I’ve always taken the long road— sometimes to self sabotage, sometimes to grow—always due to my desperation for more, for depth, for answers or lack thereof. Simultaneously looking for an escape and steady ground. A meaning to trauma and life. Leaning into myself and running away from myself—often times confusing the two—these opposite pulls between me.
I’ve searched the ends of the earth for a purpose, for understanding, for perspective but what if this is all it’s going to be, I would often wonder? What if it’s just simply existing? What if that’s the Great Love.
Not running away, not pushing or forcing, not diving in head first … just meeting myself here. Meeting people where they’re at and just accepting, just loving. And that’s what I’m working on now… not DOING, just being. Accepting. Just belonging to this life, this place in time. Relishing this moment. Belonging to you, to me and to everyone. Using the talents I’ve been blessed with for good, for laughter, for art, for change. Right here, right now. This moment in time. Maybe life is as simple as learning to find joy and understanding and love and push and pull and perspective and fulfillment and adventure and home in wherever you land—Whether that be a hospital bed or a sunrise on a mountain top.
So I think maybe there is no big answer, nothing that can explain my hurt or yours. No prayer that unlocks the code. No book that tells you how to do it. No mind-altering substance that will show you the meaning of life. No person who knows you better than you know yourself. I’ve sought so much outside validation for what is right here, this inner voice that knows exactly what she wants. The one that prefers the big moves and the small joys.
This moment in my life has helped me realize a few soft and hard truths:
Laughter truly is the best medicine.
My mind heals best in nature — where my bare feet can touch the ground, where I can hear birds and see the moon climb through the trees. Growth is painful, especially with open wounds but the discomfort is worth it. That forward movement sometimes requires a quiet hibernation. And family is who you choose it to be. That the answers we seek are in us, in the silent whispers of the heart where we can find the truth in all things. We each possess the divine and I see it best in the connection we feel to each other… our shared humanity. Our belonging.
I’m glad you’re here.