Reality is a requirement for my existence.

I was born into a family that could not tolerate reality.

To say this fucked me up is an understatement.

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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 won’t know it because it sits behind the work I do.

I deeply enjoy being with people who are in pain and helping them heal.

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

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, sexual assault and relational abuse.

I survived erasure. Being able to fully love myself and others is a miracle I worked my ass off to recover. That work has dominated my life.

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.

Because I can only exist in reality, unearthing and understanding how white supremacist, capitalist, patriarchy lives inside me is crucial 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 has taught me A LOT.

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

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