Welcome!
My name is Tracie Barton-Barrett and I'm happy you're here. It can be daunting
and sometimes overwhelming to find a therapist with whom you connect and feel comfortable. My intention is to create space to help, support, and guide you to become the best, most authentic version of you. Now available for virtual sessions
with permanent North Carolina AND South Carolina residents, 18 and older
My name is Tracie Barton-Barrett and I'm happy you're here. It can be daunting
and sometimes overwhelming to find a therapist with whom you connect and feel comfortable. My intention is to create space to help, support, and guide you to become the best, most authentic version of you. Now available for virtual sessions
with permanent North Carolina AND South Carolina residents, 18 and older
- Are you wanting to heal your heart from the loss of a beloved animal or human in your life?
- Are you a Highly Sensitive Person? (HSP)
- Are you ready to make healthy changes in your life, but you're not sure how to start?
- Are you having questions about your career/current profession and need some guidance? Please reach out, particularly if you are an author/artist/musician, counselor, or educator. I understand the "rhythms" and demands placed on each of these professions and can use my experience to provide support and guidance.
Accreditations/Awards/Accomplishments:
North Carolina Licensed Clinical Mental Health Counselor, (LPC), #5385
Nationally Certified Counselor, (NCC), #78160
,Member of American Counseling Association
Recipient of The Excellence in Teaching Award from National Society of Leadership & Success
Former Community College Instructor of Psychology & Sociology
Member of The Association of Pet Loss and Bereavement
Member of North Carolina Writers' Network
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My books are available at this Indie bookstore:
The Next Chapter Bookstore,
320 S. Front Street, New Bern, NC
https://thenextchapternc.com/
The Next Chapter Bookstore,
320 S. Front Street, New Bern, NC
https://thenextchapternc.com/
It is with a very heavy and broken heart that I share that we had to let our beloved Oliver Monkey kitty go on July 3, 2023. What we originally thought was a tooth issue turned to shock and devastation when we learned it was a growth under his tongue-- Squamous Cell Carcinoma.
In other words, cancer.
The treatments came with a poor prognosis and, at best, would have given us only a few months. We felt it would be inhumane to subject him to that, despite us desperately wanting to hold onto our beloved friend and companion. We brought him home, sharing almost every moment together, creating countless pics and videos, and repeating how much we love him.
In his 14 years, our very sweet, extremely curious, playful, and loving Monkey loved nothing more than head boops and head kisses. His original name was Oliver, but after his antics as a kitten, his name changed to Monkey. He was so attuned to us and dog-like, that he wanted to be near us at all times. He loved his rope scratchers and would knead the air when he’d flop over on his back. It looked like he was waving. The only time we ever heard him hiss was at a broom.
After he lost his bonded brother two years ago, Monkey’s meows morphed into full-throated hollers, letting his feelings be known. He was our Little Gray Man and I know he’s looking over us now as he loved to do at the top of the stairs.
This is the first time in almost 14 years that we are kitty-less. Our kitties are our babies and the house seems vast and empty.
It's ironic or fitting that I'm in the middle of writing a self-help/self-discovery book about pet loss. Either way, there is an even greater intention on my part that I create a book that helps people who are dealing with this agonizing pain. Losing an animal is still stigmatized, despite the fact that some research shows that for some people, losing an animal can be as difficult as losing a human. Part of my Life’s work is to continue to validate and create space for this grief and help us find ways to heal and honor our beloved animals.
Closure is a myth when it comes to grief. We don’t get over it, we get through it. As we heal it becomes a part of us. Please cherish every moment you have with loved ones. We really never know how long we have.
Monkey, we hope you have met up with your brother, Bubby and the two of you are back playing together again. Rest well, Monkey. We love you.
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In other words, cancer.
The treatments came with a poor prognosis and, at best, would have given us only a few months. We felt it would be inhumane to subject him to that, despite us desperately wanting to hold onto our beloved friend and companion. We brought him home, sharing almost every moment together, creating countless pics and videos, and repeating how much we love him.
In his 14 years, our very sweet, extremely curious, playful, and loving Monkey loved nothing more than head boops and head kisses. His original name was Oliver, but after his antics as a kitten, his name changed to Monkey. He was so attuned to us and dog-like, that he wanted to be near us at all times. He loved his rope scratchers and would knead the air when he’d flop over on his back. It looked like he was waving. The only time we ever heard him hiss was at a broom.
After he lost his bonded brother two years ago, Monkey’s meows morphed into full-throated hollers, letting his feelings be known. He was our Little Gray Man and I know he’s looking over us now as he loved to do at the top of the stairs.
This is the first time in almost 14 years that we are kitty-less. Our kitties are our babies and the house seems vast and empty.
It's ironic or fitting that I'm in the middle of writing a self-help/self-discovery book about pet loss. Either way, there is an even greater intention on my part that I create a book that helps people who are dealing with this agonizing pain. Losing an animal is still stigmatized, despite the fact that some research shows that for some people, losing an animal can be as difficult as losing a human. Part of my Life’s work is to continue to validate and create space for this grief and help us find ways to heal and honor our beloved animals.
Closure is a myth when it comes to grief. We don’t get over it, we get through it. As we heal it becomes a part of us. Please cherish every moment you have with loved ones. We really never know how long we have.
Monkey, we hope you have met up with your brother, Bubby and the two of you are back playing together again. Rest well, Monkey. We love you.
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