The Breaking. The Becoming. The Work.
It was a cold, damp cell that smelled of metal and regret. Six months in county jail, that’s what the judge gave me for falling behind on child support. I still remember the sound of the gavel, the look on my family’s faces, the feeling that everything I’d built had collapsed in a single moment.
Those six days I spent behind bars (before my family was able to help post the purge amount) were some of the longest of my life. The noise, the stillness, the shame; it stripped me down to nothing. And in that nothingness, I saw myself clearly for the first time. The ways I’d been running. The pride that kept me from asking for help. The endless pressure to hold it together.
That was my breaking point. But it wasn’t my only one.
In the years that followed, life kept testing me.
I went through a divorce that shattered the identity I’d built around being a husband and father. I lost access to my kids and with it, my sense of purpose. My father’s cancer went into remission for just two weeks before it came roaring back, taking his life and in that same year, I buried four more family members: two uncles, a cousin, and an aunt.
It was a season of loss that gutted everything I thought I knew about control, love, and resilience. I tried to outrun the pain through work, relationships, distractions anything that kept me from feeling. But no matter how far I went, it followed.
Eventually, I stopped running.
I started therapy. I started studying why people, especially men, self-destruct, shut down, and hide their pain behind performance. I wanted to understand the wiring of shame, grief, and identity. I put myself through grad school, working and studying full time, scraping my way toward a life that actually meant something.
Becoming a therapist wasn’t about fixing people. It was about learning to sit in the mess. My own and others’ and finding meaning inside it.
Today, I help men do the same.
Men who are tired of performing. Tired of pretending they’re fine. Tired of carrying pain they’ve never had space to name.
The work we do together isn’t soft: it’s real. We get honest, we get grounded, and we rebuild from truth instead of pressure.
Because I’ve lived it...the loss, the anger, the shame, the rebuilding.
And I know firsthand:
Rock Bottom can Become Solid Ground, if you Decide to Stop Digging.
Everyone Can Heal. Let's Find Your Path!
Every individual possesses a natural ability to heal. Our task is simply to establish the right conditions for your personal growth and healing.
If you've tried conventional talk therapy without seeing the changes you hoped for (me included), you might feel a mix of frustration and despair. It's normal to wonder if something is fundamentally wrong. Rest assured, you're not alone, nor are you "unfixable." There are alternative therapeutic options available that might resonate more deeply with you and offer more substantial results.
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