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Finding Meaning

For clients with existential concerns.

I am a Licensed Professional Counselor-Supervisor (LPC-S) in Austin, TX as well as a writer. I like to work with individuals who are committed to being true to themselves. This takes courage and risks disappointing others—but is important in terms of embracing one's sense of self. People-pleasing is a self-sabotaging, soul-killing behavior.

I am an Attachment-based therapist with a focus on meaning-of-life concerns.

Education:

Bachelor of Arts in English

Master of Arts in Counseling

 

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