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I came home from my first day of onboarding feeling defeated and then the universe was like here’s a feverish kid asleep on the couch 🤪

I have a love/hate relationship with this quote. Frida Kahlo is a source of strength for me in struggle. She reminds me that I can in fact sit in the mess and it won’t last forever. That glimmers of hope can still shine through the darkness. That our humanness is always complex. Joy + wtf is this mess.

But I’m also actively unlearning our cultures norms around grind culture. Purposely resisting the urge to hustle when we all exist in a system that prioritizes profit over people. Intentionally choosing rest and reminding myself that it’s the most productive thing I can do.

I’ve had anxiety about starting this role. There hasn’t been transparency around how quickly our caseload would fill or even when we could expect to start seeing clients. Well the answer is immediately and this Thursday 😅

This means our cohort has to survive 3 full days of learning how to use EHR and tech and cyber security and HIPAA trainings and sexual harassment videos and benefits elections and teams channels and this IT thing and this policy and that rule…like let’s fill your brain to the brim and then just throw your ass in the fire. Oh, ok.

So yea, I can do hard things. But the question is do I want to? 🤷‍♀️

Hi friends 👋🏻

It’s been a minute…erm actually, it’s been like a whole fu***ng year 😬

Even before that my presence was slim. Here’s a recap:

✨3 years ago I had a baby at the peak of the pandemic, had a legitimate mental health crisis, and took maternity leave a whole month sooner than expected

✨2 years ago I made the radical decision to actually leave private practice…maybe for a little bit? Maybe for forever 🤷‍♀️

✨Somewhere in between it all I took a corporate tech job that was very foreign for my social work brain

✨After working harder than I ever should have for the man, they laid me off 😅

✨My IG also got hacked and this account subsequently got neglected in all the ways

Anywho, my last proof of life here was August 12, 2022 so I thought I’d say hello, update you on the last year and start sharing more around how I plan to utilize this space moving forward…

So here’s my brief recap 😂

✨Did a lot of CEUing, including trainings on NICU support, sand tray, EMDR and even got to experiment with using poetry in healing attachment wounds! I also joined a clinical supervisor consultation group and got a million supervisor CEU hours. Which btw, I’m a clinical social work supervisor now 😊 I briefly had two supervisees and am currently dreaming up next steps in that realm so stay tuned 💖

✨I also did a lot of traveling…visited family in Boston (and Salem re: this pic), hugged giant trees in California, ate hot chicken in Nashville, and despite my better judgement agreed to farm sit 🤪

✨I also kept a very tiny toe in my old birth world circle and rallied for TX to stop murdering birthing folx 🤬

✨We absolutely made the best, worst decision ever and got a fu***ng dog. Meet Remi. She’s the one with a ball in her mouth.

✨Then more ice came to TX and we all had a PTSD reaction which eventually turned into the hottest summer on record and the end of times is here for real this time 🤷‍♀️

So there ya have it. I’m alive. Kinda. I plan to re-earth this account from the depths of nothing and share more about what’s to come for me. In the mean time, feel free to check out my website. I updated some things there too 🤩

XO, Alexis