I orient towards truth.

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Stacey, a smiling therapist with long blonde and pink hair, wearing a bright turquoise sweater, standing in front of blooming purple flowers with a joyful and approachable expression.

I am a Level 2-trained Internal Family Systems (IFS) therapist with over a decade of experience with my own and other people’s parts. I am also a Certified Hakomi Therapist, though you might not know it because it sits behind the work I do.

I deeply enjoy being with people, meeting their pain with care, and helping them heal.

I work well with decent humans who are seeking a more honest, embodied relationship with themselves. This includes neurodivergent, queer, trans, non-binary, and trauma-surviving clients.

I’m funny.

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I went to a woo-woo graduate school (the California Institute of Integral Studies) where I strongly resisted meditating—despite having practiced meditation since age 18—because I was constantly being told to do it. I also refused to learn the Enneagram because everyone else was. PDA much?

We learned to be therapists by working deeply with our own and each other’s real material. The experiential education I started there continues to be the foundation of my work.

And, I’m not put off by talk of ancestors, divine love, spirit, non-duality, or the reality we can’t experience with our senses, but explore in our bodies.

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I am a late-identified/diagnosed AuDHD woman and I live with C-PTSD from incest, childhood sexual abuse, and relational abuse.

I survived erasure. Being able to fully love myself and others is a wonder that I worked my ass off to recover. That work dominated a lot of my life.

Now I exist and I fucking love it.

I am a white, queer, cisgender, small fat, disabled woman who has a lot of privilege. I use she/her pronouns.

As I can only be fully alive in reality, unearthing and understanding how white supremacist capitalist patriarchy lives inside me is essential to my own aliveness.

I did two years of work in white community learning Somatic Abolitionism from Resmaa Menakem and do ongoing triad work centering embodied anti-racist practice.

I take accountability for harm I cause. I know how to make a meaningful apology. I get daily practice with my kid.

I respect others’ autonomy. I am raising a PDA child. She is teaching me A LOT.

If I’ve caused harm, I will show up in repair. If I’ve been harmed, well, then it depends.

I love—like really, truly, a lot—therapy. But I do have a life outside of it.

Other things I love: my kid, being a mom, our home, my friends, the movies Arrival and Contact, the TV shows The Diplomat, The Residence, and Extraordinary, fantasy novels, long walks in my neighborhood, very tall trees, owl calls, poetry, writing, music, the game Quacks, colorful string lights, paper lantern lights AND sound sensitive curtain lights, tapered and tea light candles, adorable stuffies, oat milk mochas, almost anything rainbow, homemade pickles, DOTS pretzels, artwork, tarot, meditation, my hammock, my gratitude and prayer practices, noise canceling headphones, dandelion root tea, and my dog when she isn't being too needy and I'm not too depleted. 

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