Meet The Coach

Let’s rewind to the '90s and early 2000s—I was a kid drifting like a leaf in the wind—sports-obsessed, joke-cracking, but secretly shy and drowning in self-doubt. I had no direction, no dreams. I numbed the uncertainty with cheap beer and fast food until, by my 20s, anxiety and depression owned me. The second life hit hard, I’d curl up and check out. But there was a spark—a goofy, resilient, gut instinct side hinting I could be more.

Then, life hit like a freight train. After college, I took a soul-sucking corporate job—demanding more, paying less. In 2013, I quit chasing hope with my own business. Three months later, my girlfriend walked out. By year’s end, my business was dead, and I was spiraling—alcohol fueling a fire of anxiety as my savings vanished. I was broke, lost, and sinking fast.

New Year’s weekend 2014 was my rock bottom. After a brutal bender, I woke up shaking, anxiety crushing my chest like a vice, staring at a stranger in the mirror—pale, hollow, gone. That weekend, while driving in the car, my dad turned to me and stated, ‘Snap out of it. Get your life together.’ His words cut deep. He and my mom adopted me as a baby from a chaotic, third-world hellhole, giving me love and a second chance. I was wasting it. That flipped the switch—no one was coming to save me. I swore I’d fight for my health and never feel this low again.

I got to work—hitting the gym hard, ditching junk for real food, and soaking up every book, podcast, and certification I could find, obsessed with mastering my mind and body. It wasn’t pretty. Picture me in a cramped NYC apartment living with three strangers, choking down kale, scribbling notes at 2 AM, and training at 6 AM until my body shook. I stumbled—overtrained, slipped up—but every mistake taught me, and every win fueled me.

But as I grew, it deepened. The more I learned about myself, the more I realized I owed it to my parents, to God, and to myself to rise up. They had sacrificed a lot to give me this life—how could I not fight for it? I wanted to prove that no matter where you start, you can rise and overcome.

Juggling a job to survive, I became my own guinea pig. I cracked the code through trial and error—smarter training, better eating, real recovery, and a rewired mind. Anxiety lost its grip. I built strength, resilience, discipline. But something was missing.

Then it clicked: my fight wasn’t just for me—it was to pull others out of the same hole I’d been in. I knew that stuck, lost, out-of-control feeling too well. So I built a system—battle-tested, not theory—to turn struggle into strength and resiliency.

Now, I’m a health and performance coach, helping people like you take back control. I’m not a guru—I’m the guy who hit rock bottom, stopped making excuses, and clawed my way out of the dark trenches. If I can, you can too. No gimmicks. No quick fixes. Just real change. Ready to ditch the excuses and take back your life? I’ve got your back—let’s do this