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Finally, a therapist for new moms that tells you the truth about motherhood.

Because nobody warned you that the hemorrhoids would clear up just in time for the mom rage to hit. And your husband means well, but "you've got this, babe" from someone who slept through the 3am feed and gets to leave the house for hours every day isn't exactly what you need right now.

Hi, I'm Gina — twin mom, motherhood therapist, Certified Perinatal Mental Health Professional, and someone who has absolutely cried in a Target parking lot.

I built this practice around one belief: every mother deserves a space where she can say the hard things out loud and be met with zero judgment and real, actual support.

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I specialize in the emotional side of early motherhood

Where the postpartum anxiety feels like constant dread, the depression doesn't always look like sadness, the rage comes out of nowhere, and the grief of losing the woman you were before brings a level of guilt that has you crying in the Target parking lot too.

These feelings aren’t signs that something is wrong with you. They’re signs that you're a human going through something enormous. And it’s going to take more than one solo trip to the grocery store that you’ve rebranded as “self-care” to feel regulated again.

(thank you
very much!)

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You deserve the care that you give. I will not be taking questions on this.

(thank you very much!)

Motherhood martyrdom has had a really good PR team, but we’re shutting her down now.

Because the idea that a good mom is one who always puts herself last — who runs on caffeine and her kid’s half-eaten snacks, who says “I’m fine” until she believes it, who feels guilty for needing anything because she chose this and she knows how lucky she is.

THAT’S NOT DEVOTION. THAT’S A PATTERN.

And it’s one of the most exhausting, unsustainable, culturally celebrated myths in the motherhood handbook. Wanting to feel like yourself again is not a betrayal of how much you love your kids.

Needing support is not ingratitude. Being depleted is not your personality. It just means you’ve been the strong one for so long, you forgot it’s okay not to be.

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HERE’S WHY I BECAME A THERAPIST FOR NEW MOMS

I know because I’ve been there. And I mean that in the most specific, unglamorous, deeply personal way.

I was an anxious high-achiever long before I became a mom. Type A. Overplanner. The kind of person who read every book and still felt completely unprepared.

When I got pregnant, I white-knuckled that first appointment until I heard the heartbeat. What I got instead was the most shocking, beautiful (and quite terrifying) news that there were two.

Twin pregnancy made me high risk for basically everything on the list of possible complications. After pre-eclampsia and hypertension in my third trimester, I went into pre-term labor and delivered my girls at 33 weeks.

I spent weeks in the NICU trying to recover from a c-section and the health complications from pre-eclampsia, while simultaneously trying to learn how to be a mom to two babies I couldn't bring home yet.

What nobody warned me about (besides allllll of that) is that the number one complication of the postpartum period is perinatal mental health disorders.

I was drowning in anxiety, carrying the weight of a delivery that went nothing like I planned, and overwhelmed with the feeling that I was failing. I started looking for something that told me I wasn't alone in those feelings, but I couldn’t find it.

When I got pregnant, I white-knuckled that first appointment until I heard the heartbeat. What I got instead was the most shocking, beautiful (and quite terrifying) news that there were two.

Twin pregnancy made me high risk for basically everything on the list of possible complications. After pre-eclampsia and hypertension in my third trimester, I went into pre-term labor and delivered my girls at 33 weeks.

I spent weeks in the NICU trying to recover from a c-section and the health complications from pre-

so i became that resource.

eclampsia, while simultaneously trying to learn how to be a mom to two babies I couldn't bring home yet.

What nobody warned me about (besides allllll of that) is that the number one complication of the postpartum period is perinatal mental health disorders.

I was drowning in anxiety, carrying the weight of a delivery that went nothing like I planned, and overwhelmed with the feeling that I was failing. I started looking for something that told me I wasn't alone in those feelings, but I couldn’t find it.

Today, I'm a PHM-C therapist for new moms in California & Utah who give every ounce of themselves and still feel like they’re failing.

I approach this work with real humility because I'm still in it. Still working on my own perfectionism, my own nervous system, my own daily practice of not losing myself in the chaos of raising my girls.

What I bring to the room is not perfection. It's someone who has done the work, lived the hard stuff, and genuinely believes that it gets better with the right support. The relationship between therapist and client is everything to me. Which is why the intro call exists.

Let's make sure we're actually a fit before we dive in.

What working with me feels like:

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The truth, delivered with warmth

I'm not here to tell you what you want to hear. I'm here to tell you what's actually helpful. That means being honest about what I'm hearing, direct about what might need to change, and real enough with you that you actually feel safe being real with me.

The therapeutic relationship only works if it's built on trust, and trust requires two honest humans in the room, not one human and one nodding professional.


Humor when it helps. Seriousness when it matters

I use humor in session, not to make light of what you're going through, but because sometimes laughter is the thing that finally lets your guard down enough to do the real work.

Millennial moms did not survive this long by taking everything seriously. We cope, we joke, we cry, we move on. That's welcome here.


A nervous-system-informed approach

This isn’t talk therapy, it’s real-talk therapy. We look at how stress, anxiety, and overwhelm live in your mind and your body, and we work on regulating your nervous system so that the calm you feel in session starts to show up in your real life too. At the grocery store. During the 3am feed. And in the moment right before you lose it over that spill that feels so much bigger than it actually is.


Connection over perfection (Always)

I don't need you to have it together when you show up. I don't need you to know what you want to say or how to explain what's wrong. You can come in messy, exhausted, and unsure, and we'll figure it out together. That's literally what I'm here for.


An honest, supportive, compassionate partner

You're not broken. You don't need to be fixed. You need someone genuinely in your corner who understands this season, takes your struggles seriously, knows your nervous system needs more than gratitude journaling to regulate, and walks alongside you while you find your way back to yourself. That's what I show up to do every single session.

You deserve the care you give.

Not someday. Not when things calm down. Now.
Because you’ve been last on your list long enough.

IRL THERAPY FOR MOMS IN CALIFORNIA

Located in Burbank, CA, this is in-person, one-on-one therapy for feelings of overwhelm, rage, and identity crisis.


VIRTUAL THERAPY FOR MOMS IN UTAH

Telehealth for moms striving for the unreachable state of perfection and all the messy feelings that motherhood brings.