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Phew, you made it.

You've officially scrolled your way to a therapist who gets it.

VIRTUAL THERAPY ACROSS

PENNSYLVANIA—SWEATPANTS ENCOURAGED

THERAPY FOR BUSY PROFESSIONALS WHO ARE EXHAUSTED FROM

pretending "everything is fine" when everything is so not fine.

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I Get It. You're Exhausted AF.

You’re the one who always shows up, always says yes, always holds it together. The one people count on, lean on, and, let’s be real—low-key take advantage of. Meanwhile, you’re running on fumes, secretly hoping someone else will take the damn lead for once.  

 

But the second you even think about saying no? Boom—guilt. Anxiety. You backtrack and fall into old patterns.

 

I get it. I know what it’s like to feel stuck in that cycle—to believe that if you stop being everything for everyone, you’ll somehow become nothing. But here’s the thing: You’re not broken. You don’t need to be “fixed.” You just need to unlearn the bullshit that’s keeping you stuck.  

That's where I come in.

I help high-achieving, big-feeling Millennials who’ve always felt like the black sheep. The ones who look fine on the outside, but inside, they’re spiraling, second-guessing, and emotionally tapped out. 

Drop the guilt.
No more second-guessing.

Stop overthinking. 
No more apologizing for having needs.


Let’s do this. You ready?

Therapy with me is...

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relaxed and conversational 

emotional depth and occasional eff bombs

you showing up as you are—even if that means messy bun, no bra, and big feelings

no BS

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Therapy with me is not...

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me nodding silently while you spiral for 50 minutes

just venting about your feelings

 

endless “and how does that make you feel?” loops

a one-size-fits-all advice from a textbook I don’t even like

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Hey!
I'm Jessica. 

(YOU CAN CALL ME JESS)

Licensed therapist, dog mom, and recovering pleasing perfectionist.
 

I’m happiest with chocolate ice cream in one hand, a book that feels like a hug in the other, and zero plans to wash dishes. 

As someone who’s been on both sides of the couch, I think therapy should feel like talking to a real person—someone with an actual personality, not just a head tilt and a bunch of psychobabble.

 

 

Jessica Haart, M.Ed, NCC, LPC

Therapist & Practice Owner

HOW I CAN HELP

The strain of trying to be everything for everyone, is fucking exhausting. 

JUST THINK HOW IT WOULD FEEL TO...

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Stop thinking everyone is mad at you 

​​Say "no" without spiraling into guilt (or writing a 3-paragraph explanation)

​Trust your gut instead of outsourcing every decision to Google and the family group chat

Drowning in unfinished tasks and to-do lists

Spend time alone without beating yourself to shit for being "lazy" ​​ 

Here's how it works

It was a big step just getting here. Let's make this next part simple. 

Make the First Move

(Yes, even if you’re not sure what to say)


It’s okay if it feels a little awkward. I got you. Use my message form, everything is done for you —just a couple clicks and you’re all set!

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My Turn

I’ll introduce myself and ask you some questions to better understand what's going on - nothing too deep. I’ll answer any questions you have and we can see if we’re a good fit.

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Start Therapy! ​​

(Don't overthink it. Just do it)

Coffee in hand? Good. Sit Back. You made it. All you have to do is show up and I'll guide us through everything.

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Stuff You Won't Find on Psychology Today...

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If it involves a body of water or a Bravo marathon, I’m in. If it involves grocery shopping or small talk at a party? I’m out.

If you opened my fridge, you'd find leftover dim sum dumplings and shelves of condiments for my Nuggies. 

I like to think I’m on top of my shit, but I can never remember where I parked my car after shopping. 

If I hadn’t been a therapist, I would have been a dog walker living slow in Hawaii zig-zagging through the streets on my moped.

I am a dog mom to two rescue frenchies and one of them drives a wheel chair.

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