I am honored to be a grief therapist, having earned the trust of those suffering through loss. Working with children, adolescents, teens and adults experiencing extreme emotional and physical pain during monumental life transitions is truly rewarding. While the majority of my work focuses on bereavement, I also work with individuals struggling with other forms of grief including loss of intimate relationships, lifelong ambitions or declining health due to illness or disease. Learning to accept loss can be a difficult and soul-wrenching experience and I encourage clients to find healing and even beauty from their deepest anguish. I am a therapist, both skilled and passionate in connecting and guiding those in despair from darkness into the light of understanding and healing.
My great grandmother used to tell me, “Luv, we are all cut out for something different,” yet growing up I had no idea that I was cut out to be a grief counselor. My road to this career has been long and complicated, my journey has not been linear, but I am so happy to have found my calling.
People often comment to me, “I could never do what you do.” While I rely heavily on the academic trainings I have received over the years, I am intuitively connected and aware of my innate skills and the lessons I have learned from my clients. I know the value of being heard and validated and the comfort that the presence of others can make. Over the years I have been privileged to help clients and their families transition from suffering to healing, from pain to growth and in certain instances from life to death. Together we have harnessed the power of the human connection. In my profession, I bear witness to intense pain and sadness but also to a beauty, growth and evolution that come from working with trauma, loss and sadness. My career in the helping profession is extraordinarily fulfilling.
Being a grief counselor helps me put my life in perspective. In retrospect my rotten days are really not that rotten. I am thankful and fortunate to thrive in a world that can seem so harsh and untenable. On most days, I am able to view my sadness and despair within a larger context and know that I am loved. Some days I have to work harder than others to find beauty and gratitude, however, I never question their existence. I have learned how to implement healthy coping mechanisms and to reach out for support when I am struggling, and in turn to share my insight and skills with others.
I terribly miss my great grandmother and others dear to me who have passed on. However, I know that a part of each of them resides within me – memories continue to bring a smile to my face and I hear their words as a guiding force during difficult times. I am honored to be a grief counselor – it is my privilege to journey with others who hurt deeply and to know even though I can’t take away the pain, I can share the burden and provide strength. I guess, in some way, I have always been “cut out for that.”