Somebody who cares about you said you should talk to someone.
They said it gently, and that made it land harder.
What reached you was a line about the kind of person you are, and you’ve been holding that version of it ever since. By now, you’ve heard some form of it more than once.
Somebody else’s read on you has already shaped years of your life, and you have no appetite for another one.
Something was done to you, and everything you’ve done since is what a person does after that.
The nights, the flinch when a door closes, the way your attention leaves a room without asking anyone: every piece of that started somewhere outside you.
Before I ask you a question, you’ll know what the question is for.
The reasoning gets said out loud first, every time.
Trauma is what I trained in at the doctoral level, DBT is what I’m certified in, and 20 years of the work stands behind both.
Nothing in this room gets done to you.
Every person has a story I don’t know yet, and yours is one of them. So I arrive without conclusions about you, and I don’t quietly form any later either.
We work out what happened and what it did, and the working out is a partnership.
You’ll be the one who says what any of it means.
After working with me, a night comes where the thing doesn’t wake you.
Then a week where it takes up an hour instead of a whole day.
Someone at a table mentions therapy to a friend, and it passes through you as ordinary talk.
When you tell somebody what happened, it comes out as the story of something that happened.
Come with none of it in order: no dates, no sequence, no version you’ve practiced, and no words for it yet if that’s where you are.
Ask for the free 15 minutes on the contact form on this site.
My office is in Catawissa, and the rest of Pennsylvania meets me on video.
Whatever you get out in 15 minutes is enough to start on.
