The Tension That Shapes Me

Wrestling with voice, faith, and the therapist’s call to speak out.

There are days when I wish I could just stay quiet.

Not because I don’t care, but because caring loudly has a cost. The internet doesn’t reward nuance, and when you’re a therapist who speaks up about injustice, some people assume you’re being political rather than pastoral, combative rather than compassionate. I live in this strange tension: I’m trusted …