Hey, I’m Katy. I offer support for the gloriously complicated. I'm well versed in parenting, chronic illness, identity shifts, neurodivergence, relationships, and the daily chaos of being too self-aware and still lost. I’ve survived things that would kill a small-town rumor. I’ve sat in waiting rooms wondering if I was broken or just burnt out. I’ve rebuilt my life from the ground up, more than once. If you’re running on nothing but vibes, expired snacks, and paperwork anxiety, I get it. If your brain doesn’t fit the mold and you’re tired of explaining yourself—pull up a chair. If you’re parenting on the edge of meltdown, I’ll hold space for all of it. I don’t give advice and I’m not here to “fix” you. I’m here to sit in the mess, witness the hard stuff, and make sure you don’t have to pretend it’s not heavy. You don’t have to clean up for me. I’ll meet you exactly where you are.