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Allison Guilbault (she/her)

Allison joined Momma on March 13, 2024 for a live Q&A via Twitch and YouTube to talk about Anxiety, Trauma, Sex & Intimacy

About Allison

Allison is a Licensed Therapist with a specialty in anxiety, trauma, and sex & intimacy. Her mission is to help anxious, high -achieving women ditch shame, let go of guilt, reclaim their confidence and learn build a life full of passion, rather than pressure.

Allison has had a impressive and varied career working in mental health, psychology and leadership. She has held positions with Federal Bureau of Investigation, New York University, Planned Parenthood, New York Presbyterian Hospital, Mt. Sinai Hospital and Rikers Island Correctional. She is currently the owner of a private practice, Mindful Mental Health.

She has been featured in Brain Magazine, Medium, Belongy, Psychology Today, and on The CW. She has appeared on dozens of podcasts, many of them being Top 1%, for her expertise in mental health, empowerment and mindset transformation. Allison hold 4 degrees related to mental health & psychology. She has appeared on dozens of podcasts on a wide range of topics. Allison is an Executive Contributor for Brainz Magazine & a guest contributor for Belongy & Medium. She has been a speaker at conferences, both domestically & internationally. She has a strong social media presence with accounts on all major platforms. She has a weekly newsletter on mental health & wellness with over 4000 subscribers. She is an international world traveler & has seen over 25 countries.

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References / Things Mentioned During the Stream

Sick

Shel Silverstein

"I cannot go to school today,"

Said little Peggy Ann McKay.

"I have the measles and the mumps,

A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,

I'm going blind in my right eye.

My tonsils are as big as rocks,

I've counted sixteen chicken pox

And there's one more—that's seventeen,

And don't you think my face looks green?

My leg is cut—my eyes are blue—

It might be instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,

I'm sure that my left leg is broke—

My hip hurts when I move my chin,

My belly button's caving in,

My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,

My 'pendix pains each time it rains.

My nose is cold, my toes are numb.

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,

I hardly whisper when I speak.

My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,

My temperature is one-o-eight.

My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There is a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is—what?

What's that? What's that you say?

You say today is. . .Saturday?

G'bye, I'm going out to play!"