Philosophy with a heartbeat. Therapy with a soul. My work begins where language falters. In the quiet between thought and feeling, in the places where people have stopped believing their story matters. I believe every life holds a myth, waiting beneath the noise of survival. Therapy, philosophy, and art are all ways of brushing the dust from that myth, of listening again for what the soul has been whispering all along.This practice stands against the speed and surface of modern life. It leans instead toward depth, imagination, and human company. It trusts that what breaks us can also reveal us. It knows that laughter belongs beside sorrow, that insight can rise from confusion, and that healing is not a straight line but a spiral.I work with the language of story, symbol, and silence. I believe reflection is rebellion, that to sit with oneβs truth, however cracked or beautiful, is a sacred act. The Spiritβs Janitor is not a brand but an archetype: the one who tends what others overlook, sweeping the corners of the psyche, lighting a lantern in forgotten rooms. This is a practice for the weary and the wondering. For those who sense that therapy is not just about coping, but about coming alive. It is an act of care, but also of imagination. It is philosophy that listens, and psychology that dreams. Here, meaning is not prescribed, itβs discovered. Here, we remember that soul is not something to fix, but something to tend.