The reason I became a psychiatric provider isn't just because I studied or found the brain fascinating. It’s because I’ve lived through the pain, the confusion, and the silence that so often surround mental health and addiction.​

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I grew up witnessing the struggles of addiction and mental illness in my own family. My teenage years were difficult, filled with my own battles and questions I didn’t always have answers for. My father lost his life to an overdose. My brother, who I loved deeply, died by suicide. These losses shaped me profoundly, they left scars, yes, but also a burning drive to understand, to heal, and to help others find a way through.

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I know what it's like to feel broken, to feel helpless, and to feel like no one understands. And that’s exactly why I sit across from you, not to judge, not to fix you, but to walk with you. To let you know that you are not alone. That your story matters. That healing is possible, even when it doesn't feel that way.

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This work is personal to me. Every person I meet reminds me why I chose this path, to honor those I’ve lost, to support those who are still here, and to be the kind of person I wish my family had.

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