In myth, the cypress stands at thresholds, between endings and beginnings, loss and renewal. In real life, it anchors fragile ground and protects what might otherwise be lost.

Therapy begins differently for everyone. Some people start looking for a therapist because things aren’t going great — others come simply out of a spirit of curiosity. No two stories start the same. Still, I believe there’s an undeniable nudge at the beginning of every path toward growth. An unquestionable feeling that reflects the weight of grief, the fog of burnout, the friction of identity shifts, or just a quiet sense that something isn’t sitting right.

Growth doesn’t have to look like a breakthrough.

Sometimes it’s noticing your patterns, how they’ve shaped you,  and realizing you get to choose a different way forward.

Sometimes it’s finding the words for things that never had language before, and you won’t have a revelation every time. Some days, the work is just showing up and telling the truth.

Like the cypress: solid in uncertainty, built to last.