Meet Ivy

Hi, I’m Ivy.

I am a first-generation Asian American, born and raised in colonial Hong Kong. I’m an immigrant. And someone whose path to becoming a therapist was anything but linear.

I know what it’s like to carry histories in the body — the weight of cultural displacement, intergenerational patterns that were never yours to carry but became part of you anyway, and the quiet pressure to hold it all together. I also know what it feels like to sit across from someone and wonder: do they truly get it?

I come to this work with lived experience of my own. I am a survivor of complex and sexual trauma. What those years gave me is not a path I’ll offer you. It’s a depth of presence. The ability to stay present with what’s heaviest, to trust what’s unfolding, to sit in the hardest places with tenderness and compassion. Your healing will be entirely yours. I’m here to hold the ground while you find your own way through.

That question is what brought me to this work. I reached a point where it was inevitable. Everything I’d lived through and everything I’d witnessed in my own healing pointed toward one thing: holding space for others the way I needed someone to hold space for me.

Therapy is my second career, and honestly, it’s the work I was always moving toward — because everything I lived through on the way here brought me to this: some things can only be understood from the inside. Whatever you’re carrying, whatever you’ve survived, whatever is still quietly shaping your present — you won’t have to justify it here.

— Ivy