grief therapy in portland & throughout oregon
ABOUT KATHLEEN
HELLO. I’M kathleen.
I know what it's like to lose someone.
I've experienced the sudden and traumatic loss of loved ones and know what it feels like when grief brings you to your knees. Meanwhile, the world keeps spinning on its axis and people go about their days like nothing has changed when everything has changed for you.
I also know the messy confusing emotions that come after losing someone to suicide; it’s a grief unlike anything I’ve ever experienced: the shock, the questions that will never get answered, the guilt/self-blame, the profound confusion, the anger/betrayal that they left you, and maybe even a tiny bit of relief that they’re no longer in pain. And to top it off, most people don’t understand what you’re going through. All of it can feel so isolating and incapacitating.
I also know what it feels like to be in the presence of someone who “gets it” and who can sit in that space with my grief. It’s life-changing.
This is why it’s important to me to provide each griever a safe place to curse, question their faith, be angry, cry, blame, lament, and remember - all while also providing practical tools to survive it all. Because after all, the world keeps pressing on and demanding you do too. We can do this together. It would be an honor to walk this with you.
What I bring:
Real understanding
Not only clinical training, but lived experience with loss.
Specialized Training
Internal Family Systems (IFS), Brainspotting, and specialized grief counseling. These approaches can help you process grief.
Practicality & compassion
You need both space to fall apart and tools to keep going. I don't make you choose.
Partnership
You're the expert in your own story. I'm here to walk with you, not tell you how to grieve.
Extra Info about me: I’ve been married to my best friend for 30+years and am the mom to two wonderful grown men in their 20’s. When not at the counseling office, you can find me puttering around my yard, experimenting with new recipes in the kitchen, or throwing an endless supply of red tennis balls to my dog, Murphy.

