Meet Me.

How I Actually Work

Over a decade in this field — residential, outpatient, private practice — taught me one thing above everything else: talk therapy alone isn't always enough, and pretending it is does a disservice to the people who need more. That's why I trained as a Board-Certified Art Therapist and in Ketamine-Assisted Psychotherapy, not as add-ons, but because some things live below language — including the family patterns and cultural expectations you were taught never to question, let alone name out loud. If you've already done the talking and you're still stuck, this is what "more" actually looks like.

Her Story

Before I was a therapist, I was "Jade." That's the name my sorority sisters gave me in college — they told me it meant "Healer of Hearts." I'd joined looking for a way to heal my own heart after losing my father, and somewhere along the way I ended up spending most of my energy healing everyone else's instead. I didn't know it yet, but that was the first sign of where my life was actually headed.

I'm also a first-generation Sicilian American woman, and I grew up inside a culture I genuinely love — loud tables, long loyalty, food as language, family as gravity. I also grew up watching that same culture call guilt "love," call control "protection," and call a woman's exhaustion "just what family does." Learning to hold both of those truths at once — real love and the patterns hiding inside it — shapes how I practice as much as any degree does. I'm not interested in rejecting where I came from. I'm interested in helping people decide what actually deserves to be carried forward.

Jaded Hearts wasn't built during an easy season. It came together during one of the hardest stretches of my own life — the kind that teaches you exactly how much you can carry, and what you're capable of rebuilding once you set it back down. I didn't open this practice because I had it all figured out. I opened it because I'd lived enough life to know what kind of support actually helps, and what kind just fills an hour.

That's the therapist I try to be for you: someone who's done more than study this from the outside. I hold a Master's degree in Mental Health Counseling and Art Therapy from Caldwell University and am a Licensed Professional Counselor (LPC), Licensed Clinical Alcohol and Drug Counselor (LCADC), Board-Certified Art Therapist (ATR-BC), and Approved Clinical Supervisor (ACS). "Healer of Hearts" wasn't just a nickname. It turned out to be my calling — and I'll usually tell you the honest, occasionally uncomfortable version of what I see, because that's what actually helps. I just needed the license to catch up to it.