Kasey Sinha, LCSW
About me
I am a licensed clinical social worker with years of experience supporting professionals through the emotional demands of working in healthcare. As an ICU social worker at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center, I know firsthand the impact of working in medicine, and how difficult cases can leave you thinking about work long after your shift is over. Our work together will be a safe and healing space for you to process the work you do, explore how your work is impacting you professionally and personally, develop compassion for yourself, and hold space for what is important to you as a whole person.
I come from a family of nurses, and found my calling in social work. I completed my masters at Fordham University, followed by a post-graduate palliative care social work fellowship at Mount Sinai. I am trained in compassion-focused therapy, cognitive behavioral therapy, meaning-centered psychotherapy, and clinical hypnosis. I specialize in treating burnout, compassion fatigue, secondary traumatic stress, anxiety, depression, and grief. My clients would describe my style as warm, compassionate, collaborative, and thoughtful. I am LGBTIA+ affirming and committed to advancing racial justice in healthcare.
Therapy is a collaborative journey, and I look forward to embarking on this journey with you.
Training
Compassion Focused Therapy, Psychwire
Compassion Fatigue Specialist Training, Traumatology Institute
Secondary Traumatic Stress for Healthcare Workers, CHOP
Basics of CBT: Essentials I, Beck Institute
Level 1 Clinical Workshop, American Society of Clinical Hypnosis
Hypnosis for Cancer Pain, Mount Sinai
Meaning Centered Psychotherapy, Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center
Here is a poem I wrote to process the difficult work we do in healthcare.
The ICU
By Kasey Sinha
Where do I put it?
Where does it go?
The times that I'm yelled at
when I hear them scream, “No!"
When a patient bleeds out
or a family's in shock
I wonder where I put it
where it hides in myself.
A couple who says their last goodbye
before the tube goes in, and the wife starts to cry.
A mother who begs us to save her young son,
I tuck it away when the day is done.
But it comes creeping out
every once in a while
when I'm up late at night
and the thoughts start to spiral.
Did I say the right thing?
Could I have done more?
Then I put it right back
to the place it was before.
But once in a while
it comes out like a shock.
When I'm out with my own sons
the worst case comes out.
I hold that case in
to go on to the next
but I feel the weight growing
inside of my chest.
Where do I put them
the trauma, the grief?
I don't know where they go
but they live inside me.