About me

Hi, I’m Keva (pronounced Kee-va), it’s nice to meet you.

I’m a Registered Clinical Counsellor in Victoria, BC. I’m also a poet, mother, gardener, outdoorsy sporty-type, and artsy-adventurer. Prior to becoming a therapist, I spent almost two decades working in healthcare as a senior leader and bring a seasoned understanding of the healthcare system, including its resources and limitations.

I have a deep appreciation for each person's unique needs and the importance of finding the right therapeutic fit. As a trauma-informed therapist with additional training in EMDR, Accelerated Resolution Therapy and somatic modalities, I understand the impact of traumatic experiences on your relationships, your sense of joy and fulfillment, and your sense of self. Whether you're dealing with a single traumatic event or the layered effects of complex trauma, I'm equipped to help you navigate the path toward healing and reclaiming your life. 

I come to counseling having done my own deep therapeutic work. I know what it's like to sit in difficult emotional places and need someone with depth, competence, and capacity to witness your story. I offer a competent, guiding presence without trying to fix or rush you through the process. While my training provides the foundation, my depth comes from understanding firsthand the complex journey of healing and creating a life that truly feels like yours.

I founded Cave Hill Counselling on a simple belief: healing comes from within

Why Cave Hill?

Cave Hill Belfast Ireland

The name Cave Hill refers to an iconic Belfast landmark close to my heart.

As a child, my siblings and I lived with our grandparents in Northern Ireland during the Troubles, separated from our parents in North America. It was tumultuous, and my greatest comfort was my grandfather's steady presence and our long walks up Cave Hill.

My grandpa intuitively understood healing. When the world felt overwhelming – when violence and family upheaval seemed too much – he was steady and calming. When we grew tired, he had fruit gums and magical stories. When we were exhausted or missing our parents, he let us climb into the caves and rest.

On Cave Hill, I learned what it meant to be truly seen, accepted, and loved. Healing happens when someone really tunes in; creating space to rest when the climb becomes steep, or encouragement when we need a push. My grandfather taught me that recovery isn't about pushing through – it's about honoring the need to pause, shelter, and gather strength.

These experiences shaped my understanding of therapeutic work. The cave offers an important space to retreat from life's storms, where our most vulnerable parts can safely emerge. The hill is our ongoing journey toward understanding – sometimes steep, sometimes a scramble, but always inviting us toward a clearer view.

What my grandfather offered me – his steady presence, permission to rest, and trust that I could find my way with someone alongside – this is what I bring to our work together. An attuned, steady presence, helping you identify when you need the cave, when you're ready for the climb. Either way, I'm with you. You don't have to do it alone.