Amanda Moore Therapist in Houston, TX

My Story

For a long time, I wore a smile on the outside while my thoughts raced on the inside. I was the “strong one,” the responsible one, the one who had it all together until I didn’t. The truth is, I was anxious, overwhelmed, and stuck. But I didn’t have the words for it at the time. I just knew that something didn’t feel right.

I grew up in a legalistic church environment—one that taught rules more than relationship. I knew about God, but I didn’t know Jesus. Not personally. Not intimately. My faith felt more like a checklist than a lifeline. So when anxiety began to take hold of my life, I kept quiet. I thought it was my job to just push through, pray harder, and not make a fuss.

I had never known anyone who had gone to counseling. I believed that needing help was a sign of weakness or a lack of faith. The shame of it all kept me silent for far too long. Eventually when the weight became too heavy to carry alone, I walked into a counseling office. And while that step took courage, I quickly realized something was missing. The counselor didn’t share my faith. They couldn’t speak to the deepest parts of my soul or the God I was trying to trust. I left those sessions feeling misunderstood and spiritually disconnected.

That’s when the Lord gently redirected me. I found a Christian counselor who saw me, spiritually and emotionally. Someone who didn’t separate my mental health from my walk with Christ. Through that experience, I finally began to experience real peace. I started to understand that anxiety didn’t make me a bad Christian. It just meant I was human. And more than that, it meant I needed healing.