Therapists in Wilmington, Delaware

Most people call me the week something small finally tips the scale. A missed birthday, a snapped reply, one more Sunday evening spent dreading the week ahead.

People tend to write to me the week the hiding gets too heavy to keep up: one more bathroom trip they timed, one more excuse at the table, one more promise that lasted only until dinner. I work with adults worn down by bulimia and the whole draining machinery of secrecy it runs on.

There's a particular silence that shows up in my practice: the pause right before someone says the thing they've never said anywhere else. I've come to respect that silence more than almost anything in this work.

What if the problem was never your effort? Plenty of people carry that question for years without saying it aloud, because everyone around them seems certain the answer is discipline.

There is a stubborn myth that therapy is only for people in crisis, and it quietly keeps a lot of good people suffering longer than they need to. I trained in community mental health before moving into private practice, and I saw there how ordinary and human it is to need help.

You are probably here because something has quietly become harder to carry, while the people around you keep saying you seem fine. Noticing it yourself is reason enough to reach out.