

WILLIAM JONES, MFT
WILLIAM JONES, MFT
Licensed Marriage & Family Therapist
(CA License #39857)
About ME
Nearly 30 years of clinical work experience, including private psychotherapy services to individuals, couples and families, administration of mental health and social services programs, plus 20 years of clinical supervision support to psychotherapists in training.
Having worked in the field of mental health since 1996, I have acquired training and experience to work with chronic and critical illness, end of life and grief, trauma and PTSD, mood disorders, anxiety, LGBT concerns as well as issues for individuals who are questioning or queer, couples counseling, family relational issues, as well as addiction and recovery. I operate from Somatic/Mindfulness, Object Relations and Cognitive-Behavioral orientations. I also have provided clinical supervision to pre-licensed psychotherapists since 2005.
In addition to my private practice, I currently serve as Vice President of Programs for Hope Solutions.
Education
Tufts University
1987-1991
Bachelor's Degree with double majors in Sociology & English
Golden Gate University
1997-1999
Master's Degree in Applied Psychology
Metta Institute
2006
End of Life Counselor Certificate
I have also completed Hakomi Professional Training and meditation retreats/training in pursuit of more connected and authentic work with my clients.
"The future is always beginning now."
Mark Strand
hurricane - Mary oliver
It didn't behave
like anything you had
ever imagined. The wind
tore at the trees, the rain
fell for days slant and hard.
The back of the hand
to everything. I watched
the trees bow and their leaves fall
and crawl back into the earth.
As though, that was that.
This was one hurricane
I lived through, the other one
was of a different sort, and
lasted longer. Then
I felt my own leaves giving up and
falling. The back of the hand to
everything. But listen now to what happened
to the actual trees;
toward the end of that summer they
pushed new leaves from their stubbed limbs.
It was the wrong season, yes,
but they couldn’t stop. They
looked like telephone poles and didn’t
care. And after the leaves came
blossoms. For some things
there are no wrong seasons.
Which is what I dream of for me.
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