Welcome to Lita's Lens

Reflections on Grief, Identity and Self-Discovery

A Letter from Lita

Dear Reader,

I have always been someone who thinks and feels deeply and I write to find the words and meaning for experiences that are hard to articulate. My reflections are personal, and I write to stay in touch with myself. This introspective blog space where I've chosen to let that journey be witnessed, writing about my lived human experience, exploring life transitions, identity, and the quiet, ongoing work of being honest about who and how I am as everything changes.

Sometimes, a conversation sparks something I cannot finish in a session, and the blog becomes the place where that thought finds room to breathe. Other times the writing exists entirely on its own terms, separate from the clinical work but rooted in the same lived experience.

Either way, you're welcomed to witness and recognize life through Lita's Lens. I hope that something here gives you language for something you've been carrying.

~Carlita

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A Quiet Resolve

I remember sitting in the hospital bed immediately after my diagnosis, completely devastated, wondering what in the world I was going to do. The entire left side of my body had gone numb and walking without assistance had become unreliable. I had three children, two of whom were underage and one who was of age but still financially dependent on me. I had no idea how I was going to take care of them if my limitations kept me from working. But in the midst of that fear was a qu

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A Support Rather Than a Setback

She had been dealing with mobility issues for months and struggling to see her cane as anything other than an assault on her independence. I validated her feelings and thought to myself how much I could relate to her inner turmoil. I initially tried to help by suggesting an exercise in perspective taking, and when she pushed back at every reframe I offered, I stopped reaching for clinical language and chose, instead, to transparent about my own health challenges.

May 294 min read

Finding in Its Place

There was a time when my mornings began with movement. Before the workday, before the sessions, I would walk the beach at sunrise. Those walks organized my thoughts, quieted the noise, and gave me a way to commune with God and with myself before the world needed anything from me. They were not just exercise, they were how I maintained my own interior life. A lingering MS flare took that from me.

May 273 min read

Standard of Being

I can't explain why I initially started unraveling that first loc. When it was done I just stared at the curl that came out of it. It was beautiful. Loose. Free. It felt like a version of me that was unmuted and untamed. And I liked it.

May 24 min read

First Solo Trip with a Disability

Montego Bay Meditations | Part 2 Spoiler alert: I made it to Jamaica. Alone. Disabled. And absolutely triumphant. Traveling solo is a leap of faith for anyone—but when you live with a disability, it can feel more like a tightrope walk with no net. My Mother’s Day getaway to Montego Bay was more than a vacation. It was a declaration: that despite neuropathy, fatigue, and a world built for the able-bodied, I deserve joy, adventure, and rest too. . This post isn’t just about the

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