My Journey to Relational Therapy

Why I Chose to Become a Relational Therapist

I didn’t become a therapist because I had a perfect life or because I always knew I wanted to help people. I became a therapist because I understood, in a very real and personal way, what it feels like to be unseen, unheard, and emotionally alone.

Relational therapy isn’t about handing out advice or offering platitudes. It’s about connection—real, human connection that creates space for healing. The kind of connection I didn’t have when I needed it most. For me, it’s not theoretical. It’s lived experience.

I chose relational therapy because I know what it’s like to feel like a burden. To believe that your feelings are too much, your needs too inconvenient, your pain too messy. I also know how powerful it is to finally sit with someone who doesn't try to fix you, who doesn't flinch at your story, and who stays.

Therapy, at its core, should feel like safety. Not silence. Not judgment. Just a steady presence. That’s what I aim to be for my clients. Not because I’ve figured everything out, but because I’ve learned that healing starts when we’re no longer doing it alone.

Relational therapy works because the relationship is the therapy. We heal in relationship. We get hurt in relationship. And it’s within that very space—between two people, moment by moment—that the repair can happen.

I don’t promise to have all the answers. But I do promise to show up, to stay curious, and to honour the strength it takes to sit down and say, "This is me." Because that’s not weakness. That’s courage.

And we don’t need fairy dust. Just honesty, humanity, and a place to be real.