About

Eight months, dozens of tests, and a savings account later - I had a diagnosis. I started learning, enrolled in a Functional Medicine program, and ultimately earned my National Board-Certification.

My road back to health took two years. It required near-perfect health routines just to feel (or at least seem) “normal.”

Constantly designing, executing, and refining those routines seemed Herculean, especially when the simplest tasks already felt impossible.

Fortunately I didn’t have to do it alone. I owe my health to my Mom. I may have done the work, but she gave me the tools and support. If you’re in this fight, find people to lean on and never take them for granted.

In 2017, a tick bite gave me Lyme disease with 3 co-infections (Babesia, Bartonella, and Ehrlichia). No bullseye rash, no immediate sickness, no warning.

I also didn’t know that for three years I’d been living in a mold-infested home that had compromised my immune system.

Begin nightmare.

“Health is a crown, worn on the brow of the healthy, that only the sick can see.”

— Egyptian Proverb

One day at a time I began to stack small wins, build momentum, and eventually that momentum carried me back to health.

I’m not cured and those routines are still there, but my quality of life is so much better than it was that I feel like the luckiest, healthiest guy on Earth.

This is an extremely simplified version of my story. If you made it this far, thanks for reading. If you think my journey can be helpful to yours or a loved one, reach out.