I’m a proud Mexican-American and the first in my family to earn a doctorate, so I intimately know what it feels like to carry the weight of everyone’s sacrifices, to excel and excel and still feel like it’s never quite enough, to be the one who made it and therefore can’t ever fall apart. If you’re the girl who has been achieving her whole life and still feels the quiet pressure to make it all worth it, I get it.
I work with adults and teens who seem fine on the outside but feel anxious, exhausted, and at war with their own body underneath. Your whole life, you have tried to do everything right. You achieved, you showed up, you carried the weight of everyone’s expectations. And still, somehow, it never feels like enough. You might be a high achiever wrestling with OCD, have a complicated relationship with food or weight, or struggle with the ways stress shows up in your body.