Working with individuals and couples of all varieties
All Sessions are on Video
✨ I don't want to work in an office anymore than you do ✨
✨ I don't want to work in an office anymore than you do ✨
Session Information
Individual Session 45 minutes
Couples session 60 minutes (can be prorated longer)
Individual Session 45 minutes
Couples session 60 minutes (can be prorated longer)
Session Rates Menu
You need to make a living / I need to make a living.
In this economy, between your therapy and your work week, you know your own time vs $ better than anyone
You need to make a living / I need to make a living.
In this economy, between your therapy and your work week, you know your own time vs $ better than anyone
Choose the fee that fits your wallet/schedule best
4 OPTIONS ⎯
Option 1 (best with weekly or frequent sessions on a busy schedule)
No late cancellation fee:
Individual rate $225, couple rate $300
Option 2 (best for bi weekly folk)
48 hour cancellation policy:
Individual rate $200, couple rate $275
Option 3 (best when you can definitely make it, at a discount)
You book it, you buy it:
Individual rate $175 for individuals, couple rate $250
Option 4 DROP IN FRIDAYS (always available as sole option, or addition to any option above)
30 minute sessions at $100
No pre schedule.
Just text Thursdays after 4PM or on Friday (day of) to see if a time is available. Session start times 12PM to 5PM.
This is Solution Focus.
Come to session with something to work out or talk through biscuit size (ish)
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One time change out for options 1-3, if your original choice doesn't seem to jive right. Fridays open to all!
I don't need to know your reason for rescheduling or canceling. Just do it.
4 OPTIONS ⎯
Option 1 (best with weekly or frequent sessions on a busy schedule)
No late cancellation fee:
Individual rate $225, couple rate $300
Option 2 (best for bi weekly folk)
48 hour cancellation policy:
Individual rate $200, couple rate $275
Option 3 (best when you can definitely make it, at a discount)
You book it, you buy it:
Individual rate $175 for individuals, couple rate $250
Option 4 DROP IN FRIDAYS (always available as sole option, or addition to any option above)
30 minute sessions at $100
No pre schedule.
Just text Thursdays after 4PM or on Friday (day of) to see if a time is available. Session start times 12PM to 5PM.
This is Solution Focus.
Come to session with something to work out or talk through biscuit size (ish)
--
One time change out for options 1-3, if your original choice doesn't seem to jive right. Fridays open to all!
I don't need to know your reason for rescheduling or canceling. Just do it.
Payment: Due at time of service
(1) Payments can be made with credit or debit cards. American Express is accepted.
(2) No third party payment arrangements will be agreed to, or accepted. Please work this out with your people.
(3) You pay for session time only. Transaction fees for card usage are covered by Kristin F Jones, LMFT and not passed on to you. As a result for couples, I do not split the session fee between two cards, as I would be paying upwards of $20 in fees. Please 'square' session fee splits among yourselves. Thank you!
Kristin F Jones, LMFT, Inc is PCI DSS Level 3 Compliant
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Pro Bono Sessions
I provide two gratuitous spaces in my practice year round, three months at a time, depending on need and availability for individuals.
This therapy is considered Brief Therapy and recipients should come with specific goals in mind. Sessions are every other week for a total of six over three months. Clients who begin later than the January, April, July, October 1st start dates will have access to the 'remaining sessions,' meaning what's left in the three month window.
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Current Market Rate:
Clients who fall out of treatment for more than one year return at full client rate for the current year. Previous session rates become null. Clients will be reminded/informed of this prior to any scheduling to uphold ethical informed consent practices.
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Insurance and Super Bills
For PPO plans, I generate a Super Bill upon request. You submit the super bill to your insurance provider and they reimburse you, specific to your health plan.
How SUPER BILLS work:
The client pays the therapist directly for each session at the time of session. A record of attendance combined with diagnosis is detailed on the SUPER BILL which is then given to you. You submit this for reimbursement to your insurance company.
Services may be covered in full or in part by your health insurance or employee benefit plan, so please check with your insurance carrier carefully (see helpful questions below).
Helpful Questions to ask when inquiring about your coverage:
Do I have mental health insurance benefits?
What is my deductible and has it been met?
How many sessions per year does my health insurance cover?
What is the coverage amount per therapy session?
Is approval required from my primary care physician?
Does my plan cover tele-health?
Super Bill request turn-around-time
Each super bill is requested by you and you will receive it by that weekend.
-
Uncommunicated Late Arrivals: Sessions will be held for 10 minutes past agreed upon session time.
If there is no indication for a need to start late from the client before the actual agreed upon start time, this constitutes a missed session, and the appointment will be canceled and charged at full fee. If a client starts late, the session will end at the predesignated run-time because of the daily schedule. Valued time usage and mutual respect are key to good therapeutic work.
Missed Sessions
Missed sessions by the client are billed at full rate.
Payment is Due at Time of Service
Consultations
There is no charge for an initial phone consultation to see if therapy is right for you. These conversations run 20 minutes minimum for individuals and 30 minutes for couples. Please have in mind prior to calling what your goals for therapy are. For example: "I would like to improve my ability to say no when it comes to my family, specifically, with my father in law." This goal establishes what system and what area of the system you would like to address.
(1) Payments can be made with credit or debit cards. American Express is accepted.
(2) No third party payment arrangements will be agreed to, or accepted. Please work this out with your people.
(3) You pay for session time only. Transaction fees for card usage are covered by Kristin F Jones, LMFT and not passed on to you. As a result for couples, I do not split the session fee between two cards, as I would be paying upwards of $20 in fees. Please 'square' session fee splits among yourselves. Thank you!
Kristin F Jones, LMFT, Inc is PCI DSS Level 3 Compliant
-
Pro Bono Sessions
I provide two gratuitous spaces in my practice year round, three months at a time, depending on need and availability for individuals.
This therapy is considered Brief Therapy and recipients should come with specific goals in mind. Sessions are every other week for a total of six over three months. Clients who begin later than the January, April, July, October 1st start dates will have access to the 'remaining sessions,' meaning what's left in the three month window.
---
Current Market Rate:
Clients who fall out of treatment for more than one year return at full client rate for the current year. Previous session rates become null. Clients will be reminded/informed of this prior to any scheduling to uphold ethical informed consent practices.
---
Insurance and Super Bills
For PPO plans, I generate a Super Bill upon request. You submit the super bill to your insurance provider and they reimburse you, specific to your health plan.
How SUPER BILLS work:
The client pays the therapist directly for each session at the time of session. A record of attendance combined with diagnosis is detailed on the SUPER BILL which is then given to you. You submit this for reimbursement to your insurance company.
Services may be covered in full or in part by your health insurance or employee benefit plan, so please check with your insurance carrier carefully (see helpful questions below).
Helpful Questions to ask when inquiring about your coverage:
Do I have mental health insurance benefits?
What is my deductible and has it been met?
How many sessions per year does my health insurance cover?
What is the coverage amount per therapy session?
Is approval required from my primary care physician?
Does my plan cover tele-health?
Super Bill request turn-around-time
Each super bill is requested by you and you will receive it by that weekend.
-
Uncommunicated Late Arrivals: Sessions will be held for 10 minutes past agreed upon session time.
If there is no indication for a need to start late from the client before the actual agreed upon start time, this constitutes a missed session, and the appointment will be canceled and charged at full fee. If a client starts late, the session will end at the predesignated run-time because of the daily schedule. Valued time usage and mutual respect are key to good therapeutic work.
Missed Sessions
Missed sessions by the client are billed at full rate.
Payment is Due at Time of Service
Consultations
There is no charge for an initial phone consultation to see if therapy is right for you. These conversations run 20 minutes minimum for individuals and 30 minutes for couples. Please have in mind prior to calling what your goals for therapy are. For example: "I would like to improve my ability to say no when it comes to my family, specifically, with my father in law." This goal establishes what system and what area of the system you would like to address.
Americans must protect each other
respect human rights
respect human rights
[Use TTS to listen] 11 min
TRIGGER WARNING FOR YOUNG THERAPISTS TO BE
(business as usual if you're licensed)
Why I do Video Sessions
when it's 2024
PEOPLE ASK ME EVERYDAY IF I AM GOING TO GET AN OFFICE AGAIN
A Word about Los Angeles Commercial Real Estate (oh, its comical, alright)
TRIGGER WARNING FOR YOUNG THERAPISTS TO BE
(business as usual if you're licensed)
Why I do Video Sessions
when it's 2024
PEOPLE ASK ME EVERYDAY IF I AM GOING TO GET AN OFFICE AGAIN
A Word about Los Angeles Commercial Real Estate (oh, its comical, alright)
-The BUM DEAL OF A LIVED REALITY-
by Kristin F Jones, LMFT
by Kristin F Jones, LMFT
For therapists, the non-clinical stressors in a day at the office begin with a commute, high gas prices, and battleground challenges for street parking, same as anyone. When finding a spot gets too stressful than some therapists open a tab, getting soaked 'every 15 minutes,' with garage parking rates; especially if they don't rent their own office. If they do get a room to call their own, enter basic challenges 1, 2, and 3; all having to do with the body. Let's begin with the inevitable office temperature war. And because of this war, tribes form. So good luck dodging gossip because yours is one of the western facing rooms with shoddy insulation, while other rooms feel FREEZING because they are windowless and a mere 7 feet by 10 feet, with a whopping 14" by 14" ceiling vent. Also, one shouldn't expect to experience neutral air, as your olfactory will surely get assaulted by the malodor of incessant microwaved food smells (like burnt popcorn, meat and fish). These redolent surprises power through vents and linger, ad nauseam. And here's a little Hollywood secret, the rapid innocuous flickering of fluorescent lighting in kitchens, hallways, and bathrooms will hands down win the Oscar, if sustaining dry bloodshot spasming eyes is your thing.
Therapy offices are super busy places with an illusion of hospitality. One can always be sure to get something to drink there, as talking engenders thirst. So maintaining the Disneyland quality of serenity bestowed with infused teas, naturally relies upon an all-hands-on-deck approach to shared domestic duties among therapists. However, this hope becomes iffy with a certain type of fellow renter, who when they have no other option— will only then begrudgingly participate in the necessitated task of hauling and replacing five gallon water bottles onto the water cooler. The usual claim to dodge this cumbersome heft has to do with their back. Yes'm. We're all therapists here, so all of us have bad backs. It's called the wear and tear of sitting for a living, and it turns out that back pain is as inescapable as this attempted hall pass ante heard city wide in therapy suites.
Other days begin with surprises, like finding a drippy acrid mystery food bag, intentionally flung, and cooking in the sun on the mat of the front door. Its contents streaming under the planter boxes that once flanked the entrance, but now are a wanton collection of recently topped Chixiafly succulents, butchered by a nocturnal chastiser with what appears to have been a very dull blade. Yesterday’s morning surprise was indiscernible graffiti, gingerly peppered around the front and side of the building. The emblazoned black alphabet soup begins just ten feet from today’s front porch culinary wonder.
Shifting a bit from what’s shocking to what’s mandated, is the crème de la crème when renting a room to simply talk in. You are required to buy and maintain liability insurance that covers your personal office, your landlord, the office building and the off chance that your clients may slip or injure themselves discussing this genuinely bonkers world we live in. Excuse me, while I find a rag to clean up the vexing food stuff that’s now being tracked inside from that chucked doggy bag at the entrance.
For psychotherapists, we are entrapped between the coldhearted LA real estate market and the always congenial 'passive income' loving business-type-therapists who lease entire office suites in order to rent out individual rooms, one by one, to those of us who prefer to make our living solely as mental health practitioners, period. It has been my experience every single time that 'lessors,' aka landlord therapists, opt out of paying for daily cleaning service fees in order to save themselves money. A cleaning person then comes in for a couple of hours every other week to vacuum and dust. The lessors simultaneously charge therapist-renters (moi, as an example) an astronomical rent to get a healthy return on their investment. In some office suites, the lessor sometimes takes the nicest office (who wouldn't) that oftentimes has a private bathroom, while all the other therapists share one bathroom with all clients. From ten minutes until the top of the hour, this bathroom makes the 405 at 6PM on a weekday night look like Death Valley.
As mentioned, trash detail and cleaning are taken up by renting-therapists; because we want to have a clean place to take pride in, 'we're family, right?' The lessor or business-type-therapist will also join the 'my cleaning day' schedule, one time a week to be a team player. Thanks mom.
In my last rented office-room, I paid $1,753 a month (yes, for one room) in a sweet suite with a chill vibe in Atwater Village. On the weekly, I deep cleaned that come-one-come-all bathroom, clad in latex gloves and business attire...please, no fit checks. But on the daily, I gathered used mislaid tissues, forgotten styrofoam containers with half-eaten food, perspiring room temperature iced coffees and wet tea bags, that had spilled out around the tiny step-open waste bin in the waiting room. On my 'scheduled cleaning day,' I also restocked the tea tray with hot and cold cups and assorted flavors to add to water, I would round up trash and recycling from the waiting room, kitchen can, kitchen recycling bin, and bathroom; then I'd take the full bags outside wearing a wrist coil key ring dangling the most frequently used key in the joint. Odd shaped recycling bags would then be intently placed on the tippy top of an already overflowing city issued recycling wheely-bin that sat next to the locked dumpster at the end of the parking lot. With a dozen buzzing flies anticipating the grand opening, I'd wrestle with the difficult lock and drop the juicy stuffed trash collectibles into the pristinely clean and empty skip. Nice, huh? I'm part priest, part janitor. It's nice work, if you can get it.
But stranger times brought requisite deep cleaning, like the time Covid hit for three years and the cleaning and wiping and spraying and constant trash can emptying became an inter-session sport. There was incessant temperature taking. And who can forget the waiting-room-mask standoffs? The 'fuck this all, I'm sick of rules and I'm not going to be agreeable today' people really helped make a bad situation well, painful. Thankfully, we could escape the outer office madness and quickly jump back to our private office-rooms to do another session, where a client might choke up and blow their nose, a mere four feet away during a pandemic full of misguided and unscientific guessing about what might kill you.
You can't write this stuff.
In my thirteen years of being a psychotherapist, assorted management people have performed a tried and true real estate trick, when dealing with the constant building problems that arise. They respond to a photo and request that was sent three days to a week earlier, but with an inane question: "When did this happen?" as if providing "at 1:30 two weeks ago" would underscore the urgency that they have already been ignoring. And so, the wait and workaround continues with...
the broken pipes in the garage dripping a brackish colored ooze onto cars; broken windows and used condoms in parking areas; urine saturated stairwells littered with broken glass and used needles; broken elevators, busted toilets and collapsing stalls with no paper products; the constant smell of marijuana and cigarette smoke; oily leaking office ceilings, moldy walls; and on-going defacement along the hallway of the entire 1st floor- detailing itself nightly, into a magnificent sprawl that captured a kinda LA Guernica, except this expansive message touted the actual PROMOTION (not antithesis) of war and violence.
Every fun-loving detail above happened in Los Feliz by the way, and if you know Los Feliz or know a therapist who got their start in Los Feliz, you know what building I'm referring to. Add in a light dusting of car crimes, spotty unsecured general office wifi, and lukecold responsiveness to actual physical safety security issues on the premises.
Did I mention other therapist's clients whom you have no recourse over because you don't know who their therapist is and ...confidentiality.
The one who talks with their phone on speaker in the small and intimate waiting room.
Or the one who refuses to abide by wall-posted office guidelines about keeping their dog at home, even after it's bitten another therapist's client!
And the other therapist's client who refuses to stop their twins from running full speed at one another, in spite of nearly knocking lamps and people over.
The most frequent example is when another clinician's couple leave their session and continue with their super gnarly fight right outside your office door; interrupting your own client's personally difficult therapy moment, and in spite of firmly but politely asking them to quiet down or go outside, they continue anyway.
Hmmmm, what am I missing? Oh yeah, this little inconvenience that happened TWICE.
Each passing year, the powers that be jack rents until the day comes when they finally decide to sell the whole building instead. In my case, they sold it just when LA reopened during the pandemic. Thank god for them we had stayed steady renting our rooms (that we couldn't use the entire lockdown). SOLD! right in the middle of my lease in Atwater. The other building that sold right in the middle of the lease was to a (grrrr) developer, who tore down a perfectly clean and beautifully functioning building in Pasadena.
Leases protect building owners and lessors, not renters. Post-pandemic, commercial real estate in Los Angeles is about the almighty dollar.
Be it building owners or business-type-therapists, both place their security and bottom line first, because they're about business first.
It ain't a crime and I don't mean this to be an insult. Because it's not.
Over the last 13 years, I have had 5 different office-rooms at various locations in Atwater, Los Feliz and Pasadena. In three, I bought new furniture and also had custom window coverings installed to deal with the blistering LA sun, and the oddly shaped rooms and layouts. Five times, I naïvely believed that LA real estate would hold up its end of the agreement so I could make a welcoming therapy office HOME.
Pre-pandemic, these forced relocations put strain on my clients as well. Some of whom rightly could not or would not travel, once again, to another location.
And that's a loss and a disservice to anyone who simply wants to manage their mental health.
⚐
Therapy offices are super busy places with an illusion of hospitality. One can always be sure to get something to drink there, as talking engenders thirst. So maintaining the Disneyland quality of serenity bestowed with infused teas, naturally relies upon an all-hands-on-deck approach to shared domestic duties among therapists. However, this hope becomes iffy with a certain type of fellow renter, who when they have no other option— will only then begrudgingly participate in the necessitated task of hauling and replacing five gallon water bottles onto the water cooler. The usual claim to dodge this cumbersome heft has to do with their back. Yes'm. We're all therapists here, so all of us have bad backs. It's called the wear and tear of sitting for a living, and it turns out that back pain is as inescapable as this attempted hall pass ante heard city wide in therapy suites.
Other days begin with surprises, like finding a drippy acrid mystery food bag, intentionally flung, and cooking in the sun on the mat of the front door. Its contents streaming under the planter boxes that once flanked the entrance, but now are a wanton collection of recently topped Chixiafly succulents, butchered by a nocturnal chastiser with what appears to have been a very dull blade. Yesterday’s morning surprise was indiscernible graffiti, gingerly peppered around the front and side of the building. The emblazoned black alphabet soup begins just ten feet from today’s front porch culinary wonder.
Shifting a bit from what’s shocking to what’s mandated, is the crème de la crème when renting a room to simply talk in. You are required to buy and maintain liability insurance that covers your personal office, your landlord, the office building and the off chance that your clients may slip or injure themselves discussing this genuinely bonkers world we live in. Excuse me, while I find a rag to clean up the vexing food stuff that’s now being tracked inside from that chucked doggy bag at the entrance.
For psychotherapists, we are entrapped between the coldhearted LA real estate market and the always congenial 'passive income' loving business-type-therapists who lease entire office suites in order to rent out individual rooms, one by one, to those of us who prefer to make our living solely as mental health practitioners, period. It has been my experience every single time that 'lessors,' aka landlord therapists, opt out of paying for daily cleaning service fees in order to save themselves money. A cleaning person then comes in for a couple of hours every other week to vacuum and dust. The lessors simultaneously charge therapist-renters (moi, as an example) an astronomical rent to get a healthy return on their investment. In some office suites, the lessor sometimes takes the nicest office (who wouldn't) that oftentimes has a private bathroom, while all the other therapists share one bathroom with all clients. From ten minutes until the top of the hour, this bathroom makes the 405 at 6PM on a weekday night look like Death Valley.
As mentioned, trash detail and cleaning are taken up by renting-therapists; because we want to have a clean place to take pride in, 'we're family, right?' The lessor or business-type-therapist will also join the 'my cleaning day' schedule, one time a week to be a team player. Thanks mom.
In my last rented office-room, I paid $1,753 a month (yes, for one room) in a sweet suite with a chill vibe in Atwater Village. On the weekly, I deep cleaned that come-one-come-all bathroom, clad in latex gloves and business attire...please, no fit checks. But on the daily, I gathered used mislaid tissues, forgotten styrofoam containers with half-eaten food, perspiring room temperature iced coffees and wet tea bags, that had spilled out around the tiny step-open waste bin in the waiting room. On my 'scheduled cleaning day,' I also restocked the tea tray with hot and cold cups and assorted flavors to add to water, I would round up trash and recycling from the waiting room, kitchen can, kitchen recycling bin, and bathroom; then I'd take the full bags outside wearing a wrist coil key ring dangling the most frequently used key in the joint. Odd shaped recycling bags would then be intently placed on the tippy top of an already overflowing city issued recycling wheely-bin that sat next to the locked dumpster at the end of the parking lot. With a dozen buzzing flies anticipating the grand opening, I'd wrestle with the difficult lock and drop the juicy stuffed trash collectibles into the pristinely clean and empty skip. Nice, huh? I'm part priest, part janitor. It's nice work, if you can get it.
But stranger times brought requisite deep cleaning, like the time Covid hit for three years and the cleaning and wiping and spraying and constant trash can emptying became an inter-session sport. There was incessant temperature taking. And who can forget the waiting-room-mask standoffs? The 'fuck this all, I'm sick of rules and I'm not going to be agreeable today' people really helped make a bad situation well, painful. Thankfully, we could escape the outer office madness and quickly jump back to our private office-rooms to do another session, where a client might choke up and blow their nose, a mere four feet away during a pandemic full of misguided and unscientific guessing about what might kill you.
You can't write this stuff.
In my thirteen years of being a psychotherapist, assorted management people have performed a tried and true real estate trick, when dealing with the constant building problems that arise. They respond to a photo and request that was sent three days to a week earlier, but with an inane question: "When did this happen?" as if providing "at 1:30 two weeks ago" would underscore the urgency that they have already been ignoring. And so, the wait and workaround continues with...
the broken pipes in the garage dripping a brackish colored ooze onto cars; broken windows and used condoms in parking areas; urine saturated stairwells littered with broken glass and used needles; broken elevators, busted toilets and collapsing stalls with no paper products; the constant smell of marijuana and cigarette smoke; oily leaking office ceilings, moldy walls; and on-going defacement along the hallway of the entire 1st floor- detailing itself nightly, into a magnificent sprawl that captured a kinda LA Guernica, except this expansive message touted the actual PROMOTION (not antithesis) of war and violence.
Every fun-loving detail above happened in Los Feliz by the way, and if you know Los Feliz or know a therapist who got their start in Los Feliz, you know what building I'm referring to. Add in a light dusting of car crimes, spotty unsecured general office wifi, and lukecold responsiveness to actual physical safety security issues on the premises.
Did I mention other therapist's clients whom you have no recourse over because you don't know who their therapist is and ...confidentiality.
The one who talks with their phone on speaker in the small and intimate waiting room.
Or the one who refuses to abide by wall-posted office guidelines about keeping their dog at home, even after it's bitten another therapist's client!
And the other therapist's client who refuses to stop their twins from running full speed at one another, in spite of nearly knocking lamps and people over.
The most frequent example is when another clinician's couple leave their session and continue with their super gnarly fight right outside your office door; interrupting your own client's personally difficult therapy moment, and in spite of firmly but politely asking them to quiet down or go outside, they continue anyway.
Hmmmm, what am I missing? Oh yeah, this little inconvenience that happened TWICE.
Each passing year, the powers that be jack rents until the day comes when they finally decide to sell the whole building instead. In my case, they sold it just when LA reopened during the pandemic. Thank god for them we had stayed steady renting our rooms (that we couldn't use the entire lockdown). SOLD! right in the middle of my lease in Atwater. The other building that sold right in the middle of the lease was to a (grrrr) developer, who tore down a perfectly clean and beautifully functioning building in Pasadena.
Leases protect building owners and lessors, not renters. Post-pandemic, commercial real estate in Los Angeles is about the almighty dollar.
Be it building owners or business-type-therapists, both place their security and bottom line first, because they're about business first.
It ain't a crime and I don't mean this to be an insult. Because it's not.
Over the last 13 years, I have had 5 different office-rooms at various locations in Atwater, Los Feliz and Pasadena. In three, I bought new furniture and also had custom window coverings installed to deal with the blistering LA sun, and the oddly shaped rooms and layouts. Five times, I naïvely believed that LA real estate would hold up its end of the agreement so I could make a welcoming therapy office HOME.
Pre-pandemic, these forced relocations put strain on my clients as well. Some of whom rightly could not or would not travel, once again, to another location.
And that's a loss and a disservice to anyone who simply wants to manage their mental health.
⚐
Question:
How does a fish know when it's wet?
Answer:
It doesn't, unless you take it out of water.
How does a fish know when it's wet?
Answer:
It doesn't, unless you take it out of water.
What I realized about the business-type-therapists (thanks to the pandemic) is that they let it be known that others are knocking at the door to rent in your suite. They also quote the GDP, no lie, when asked sincerely ‘why is my rent going up AGAIN?" Simply put, they are bottom line people (no shade). These folks are married to the 'much ado' of office-building life because it makes sense to them, and for them.
squints eyes and muses...
This got me thinking about what I prioritize. As a psychotherapist, I genuinely prefer to keep my focus solely on you, and this has remained the same since graduate school: Provide invigorating progressive psychotherapy and solution focused sessions that make sense to my client's wallet and schedule.
Working only on video, I'm able to offer 4 different rate options in support of your self-determination and mine. After all, how we interact with time is really what gives value to money.
So, here we are.
I’ll see you on line, and the happiest part for me is that I no longer have to dress in therapy drag 🤪 or service and arbitrate the roadhouse.
squints eyes and muses...
This got me thinking about what I prioritize. As a psychotherapist, I genuinely prefer to keep my focus solely on you, and this has remained the same since graduate school: Provide invigorating progressive psychotherapy and solution focused sessions that make sense to my client's wallet and schedule.
Working only on video, I'm able to offer 4 different rate options in support of your self-determination and mine. After all, how we interact with time is really what gives value to money.
So, here we are.
I’ll see you on line, and the happiest part for me is that I no longer have to dress in therapy drag 🤪 or service and arbitrate the roadhouse.