One of the most disappointing and confusing days of my life was the day I graduated from medical school.

Not quite the statement that you would expect from a drained student ready to take a well needed respite. Becoming a doctor was my parents’ wish, not mine. Not knowing how to find my own voice to match with my own desires led me down the trail to someone else’s expectations in silent acceptance. What ensued was a downward spiral that left me depressed, sick, and worst of all hopeless. Through my own struggles and personal discoveries I climbed my way out of despair and into promise. I spent thirteen years as a doctor learning everything there was to know about the moving parts of the body, but the real truth became about learning how to move myself into a career that would bring me joy. Becoming a therapist with my own practice seemed like a distant dream at first but presently is my life.

If my story is striking a chord with your current situation I can assure you that harmony awaits. In my practice I see a lot of people who have chosen the arts as a career goal but have found themselves caught in the rat race. I get great satisfaction by helping them rekindle their passion and keep their dream alive. Loving what you do is a pleasure we can all have.