Is Therapy for Me?

Sometimes, unbearable hours turn into days. If this sounds like the life you’re living, I’d like to help change that.

You feel days pass by.

It’s 6pm, and you’re finally home from work, exhausted. Still having to cook dinner, get some chores done. Maybe try to relax a bit and watch Netflix. 


You reflect on your day...


...doing a bunch of things you care little about, for a bunch of people who you feel little connection with. Or feeling unappreciated by the few people who are important to you.


Some days, you wake up, and things look brighter. But these moments are fleeting. And you know the feelings of loneliness will creep up again. Rinse and repeat.


You're exhausted.

All the emotions you feel…it’s getting hard to ignore. When do you get to be yourself? When do you get to be happy?


And​ you've become your own biggest critic...a perfectionist. And your immigrant family, a whole other level, a story truly worthy of the therapy room.


It feels like whatever you do, it’s just not good enough. That inner critic of yours will make sure you feel awful about it.

And every once in a while, you decide that enough is enough. Maybe it’s not your fault. Maybe there’s something wrong with the world. The fucking racism. Everyone always wanting something from you. And the anger and resentment comes pouring out.

You know you can’t continue to live like this...being smothered by everyone and everything...and the never-ending emotions.


What you truly want is to become the person you know you can be, and still be loved for being you, with all your quirks and needs and desires.

Exhausted Asian Man who needs therapy

You're trying your best to keep it together.


“The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.”

—Maya Angelou

You’re so damn sick of living this double life. On the surface, being a rule follower, the people-pleaser, who trades complacency for love and acceptance. But you know damn well this isn’t who you truly are. You dream of being…yourself. And you wonder what possibilities are out there. And it’s getting harder and harder to hold it all together.


Imagine, going to bed at night, excited for the next morning. Let's make this your reality.

Stressed Asian who needs therapy catered to Asians

You're scared of wanting more.

We can get there, but only if you’re ready for that journey.

And that journey is scary and liberating and heartbreaking, all at once. Therapy is about getting intimately acquainted with your hidden parts...the parts that stop you from taking the leap out of your mental prison.


Therapy isn’t for the faint of heart. It requires an immense amount of courage. There is no quick fix. It requires patience, as we take time to understand the deepest parts of you.


And so, the fear is very real, but the question remains, can you afford not to pursue your freedom?

It can be scary to dream of “freedom,” but can you afford not to pursue it?

But then again, you might still feel iffy about going through with therapy. I understand that push-and-pull. It’s exhausting.


You wonder if you'll ever find a therapist who *gets* you. And you’re scared to open up to someone and be judged. After all, you lived your entire life under the judgment and expectations of others.


That’s the pain of being immigrant children, of being assumed "model minorities," or worrying too much about what others want from you. You carry a huge load, and it’s suffocating the real you.


But on the flip side, you don't want a therapist who will just agree with you. No, you want someone who can challenge you...someone who can bring out your inner-BOSS, your creative self who can create a life on your own terms.

Cause if you're going to do this, you will do it RIGHT.


I see you. And I’m ready to take that step with you. Give yourself that chance, and discover what’s truly inside you. It’s time to finally show up for yourself.