I enjoy long walks. When out in the woods, I have a tendency to go off trail. Even when I’m trying to follow a particular network of routes. One favorite author wrote A Field Guide To Getting Lost. Although, it’s not that I intend on getting lost. A bit of a trail blazer, I simply like less traveled paths. To discover. Meander. Because I look for what’s novel. I enjoy finding beauty hidden in plain sight.
About Michele Kong, a little about my style as a therapist…
Admittedly, I am an active therapist.
I will likely stop you to point out judgments, self-criticisms and more. I’ll ask you to notice how they feel in your body. Similarly, I’ll ask you about fun times and pleasant experiences, anchoring you to those somatically as well. If positive memories don’t feel accessible, we might explore what you would shrug off, meh, ok-ish and neutral stuff… The full range of your experiences are important to look at together. Not only one end of the spectrum, or the other. Therapy can provide opportunities to learn, experiment, stretch, inquire and even entertain life’s unanswerable questions.
Perhaps atypical for a therapist, I am usually willing to answer questions.
Meanwhile, I also maintain clear boundaries for our therapeutic relationship. What I share aims to be in service of your growth and healing. In so doing, it’s important to me to be human with you. I may share tendernous when my eyes water in parallel with your tears. We’ll also likely laugh together. I’ll reflect honest, heartfelt reactions. Certainly, I will be moved by what you share with me. In parallel, you may be pleasantly surprised by how healing it can be to feel fully received and known.
Some gravitate to my particular blend of West Coast casual mixed with pointed intellect.
Often there is a lot to sort through together as a result of immigration and acculturation, grief and loss, questions of identity plus more. In addition, cultural burdens, inherited legacies and intergenerational trauma.
About Michele Kong, a little glimpse into my journey…
It was a humbling journey: a romance with the unknown.
What I didn’t know in advance was that I would end up changing nearly everything in my life. Believe me, it was not easy. There were moments of hope and optimism, and in contrast, others where I felt truly lost. On one hand I tried new things, and on the other, some I really did not like. Along the way, I realized it wasn’t what I was doing, so much as how I was living.
In hindsight, I have always thrived on experiential learning, and gained so much from witnessing many creative processes. Artists learn by doing, by experimentation. Sometimes a bold stroke makes (or breaks) a composition. Other times you have to scrap the entire novel you’ve spent insufferable years on, pilfer the bits that are working and rewrite the whole thing into an epic tale. All in all, I believe creativity can be so helpful for composing your one precious life.
Invention and ingenuity often surface in the face of adversity, molded by forces of necessity, sometimes desire—if not both.
Particularly from my own healing journey, I learned to slow down. I discovered how to pay attention to the wisdom in my own body. I started to make really different choices: following ease, aliveness and wholeness.
Along the way, I have been blessed with many guides, teachers, mentors and allies. Some of them have been therapists. A few, luminous souls. Others are wisdom keepers in their own right. I am grateful to all of the people who have assisted in illuminating the path I have been on, and I look forward to meeting the ones I haven’t yet encountered…
—Irvin D. Yalom, MD, author of The Gift of Therapy READ MORE >>