Whitney C. Coulson

Being a queer therapist often feels like walking a tightrope, balancing high above a circus built by a system that was never meant for people like me to perform. The rope is taut, the stakes are high, and below is a crowd that has, at times, cheered for me to fall. On other days, I am the ringmaster of my quiet revolution, shaping the show, choosing the music, and refusing to let the system dictate the script. In truth, I am always a bit of both; I move between survival and defiance, between navigating oppressive structures and reimagining them entirely. The mental health system, […]