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Don’t give up fighting for your mental health when your gut knows something’s not right either with you, or with the diagnosis you’ve been given, fight to live.

Depression consumed me, making even the smallest tasks feel impossible. I was stuck in a vicious cycle, drink to escape, wake up filled with regret, and repeat. I knew I had to make a change or risk losing everything. Today, I am a sober mental health advocate, 100 pounds lighter, and stronger than I’ve ever been, physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Growing up in Japan with a workaholic surgeon father and an often-absent socialite mother, I was raised by a revolving cast of caregivers who worked at my father's hospital. An unstable home environment and lack of a consistent caregiver created in me a melancholic, anxious child prone to insomnia.

I became successful as an electrician but would self sooth with alcohol. Once I gave that up, the emotions had to go somewhere but where?

My panic attacks started getting bad and started to occur more regularly. Almost once a day, which left me more scared.

Early in 2020 I experienced my first panic attack at the age of 34. I had entered into psychotherapy a few months earlier and things seemed to be getting better.