A little about me

I didn't grow up planning to work in healthcare.

I grew up watching my parents make it day by day on one paycheck. I watched my dad fight a substance use disorder. I watched the people I loved struggle with anxiety and depression and never reach out — because help didn't feel like it was meant for us. We didn't talk about mental health. You just kept going.

I'm part of the BIPOC community. I'm a healthcare worker. I grew up "different," hustled later, and figured out somewhere along the way where I needed to be and why.

I built this practice because I get it. Life is hard. Some days don't let up. And sometimes people don't have anyone to turn to when those days stack up — somebody who will actually listen without flinching or rushing past the hard parts.

That's the kind of provider I needed back then. It's the kind of provider I am now.