Amanda looks off towards their right with a slight smile, illuminated from behind by golden sunlight. They have long dark hair and are wearing a white jumpsuit and dangling earrings. Behind them is a lush green garden.

Hello there, I’m Amanda.

English pronouns: they/any | Vietnamese pronouns: em/chị/anh/chanh

My own lived experiences with cycles of trauma and healing bring me to this work, particularly at the intersections of care and justice. I’m a slow-moving artist, archivist, writer, decomposer, yin wood pig, and kitchen witch; I love playing video games, puzzling, and eating soup; and I’m a voracious and sociopolitically critical manga reader and anime watcher. I rely on many beloved humans, routines, rituals, and special interests to support me.

I tend a slow, lifelong practice of composting sickness, grief, and Madness into collective possibility. I offer presence, solidarity, stories, skills, and questions, passing along wisdom that sustains me in the hopes that it may serve you and your loved ones well.

Image description: Amanda looks off towards their right with a slight smile, illuminated from behind by golden sunlight. They have long dark hair and are wearing a white jumpsuit and dangling earrings. Behind them is a lush green garden.

All photos except headshots were taken by me.

  • I’m an AuDHD, agender, disabled, and queer person of the Vietnamese and Teochew diaspora. I have lived experiences of chronic illness, mental illness/Madness, complex trauma, chronic suicidality, and psychiatric incarceration. I’m also multiply privileged, including but not limited to being housed, light-skinned, thin/straight-sized, and cisgender-passing with higher education.

  • Santa Clara University
    Master of Arts in Counseling Psychology
    Bachelor of Science in Psychology

    Genesis Healing Institute
    Liberation Academy: Decolonizing Mental Health
    Lifeforce Conference

    Multidisciplinary Association of Psychedelic Studies (MAPS)
    MDMA-Assisted Psychotherapy

    Compassionate Inquiry with Gabor Maté, self study

were it possible, we might look beyond the reach of our knowing… then perhaps we would endure our griefs with even greater trust than our joys.

rainer maria rilke