Cell & Self
Medication + psychotherapy in CA and MN
When did life become about coping instead of creating?
These days, all of your energy goes towards keeping yourself duct taped together with a random smattering of alternate nostril breathing, mitochondrial supplements, and binaural beats. Maybe some ginger shots and cold plunges on a good week.
You used to suck the marrow. You used to call your friends to snort-laugh and plot the revolution; now you're just checking a self-care box called "reach out."
You want to feel stoked again. But how is that possible when managing your mind has become a full-time job? The podcasts about hormones. The productivity planners and gratitude journals. The IG feed full of tips about vulnerable communication and nerve flossing.
You had ambitions about changing the world, but now it’s hard just to change the sheets.
It would be so much easier if you could just figure it out on your own.
You’re smart enough to know what you're supposed to do, so you’ll just do it. Better to order Women Who Run with the Wolves and look up theacrine and methylliberine than risk being misunderstood by some blank slate psychiatrist who forgets your name.
Part of you worries that this cocktail of LMNT electrolytes, EFT tapping, SAMe supplements, and PEMF mats is an incoherent alphabet of desperation, and the only real result is… expensive urine.
There’s no hub of this self-help wheel, only spinning. You know the wellness industrial complex just wants your money, that Claude isn’t a therapist, that healing happens in relationsh—actually, nevermind. Healing definitely happens researching on the internet.
Because no one’s going to get it. The way you feel the personal, political, and spiritual levels all at the same time. The way that “tangents” about Macklemore/late capitalism/your cousin somehow make complete sense to you. Better to journal about it than mention the Greenland ice sheet in a session and get a Zoloft prescription in response.
Are you too complex and sensitive for treatment?
Or has treatment not been complex and sensitive enough for you?
Enter: Cell & Self
Psychiatric practice that combines medication & therapy to hold you in all your multitudinous glory.
Cell & Self brings molecules & meaning into the same room, with biology & biography both in play. (Get ready for all the ampersands.)
We can start the stimulant & grieve the career you might have had if you’d been diagnosed earlier. Now which adult ed class do you want to take?
We can consider decreasing the antidepressant & notice that you’re scared to tell me that you don’t want to. Who else needs to hear your “hell no”?
We can think about a new medication & feel the fear that it will change who you are in your core. Is existential grappling your love language, too?
We can discuss hormone replacement therapy & welcome your rage against the patriarchy. What are you going to name your menopause-themed punk band? The Hags? Love it.
As combined treatment makes headway on your symptoms, you finally get some traction. What will you do with all the time, mental space, and energy you get back?
Because you know what's a lot more interesting than researching supplements? Researching your screenplay.
You know what's a lot more meaningful than trying to get your psychiatrist to call your therapist? Calling your soul friend.
You know what's a lot more fun than filling out worksheets about anxiety? Literally anything.
The things that light you up are still in there. We’ll find them.
Cell & Self takes all the mental-health juggling off your plate, freeing you up to create your life again.
You’re not a machine to be fixed.
You’re a human to be understood.
If you want the deep benefits of medication + therapy, I’d love to have a convo.