In the wake of the September 11th attacks, I felt a profound calling to serve something greater than myself. That calling led me to enlist in the United States Marine Corps, where I had the privilege of serving alongside some of the finest individuals this country has to offer. These men quickly became more than comrades—they became family. The bonds we formed through shared sacrifice and unwavering loyalty have lasted more than two decades.
After completing two combat tours in Iraq, I transitioned to the fire service, seeking the same sense of purpose and community. I found it almost immediately. The firehouse, much like the military, is built on trust, teamwork, and brotherhood. But with that deep sense of connection came an equally deep awareness of the invisible wounds many of us carry—specifically, the impact of PTSD and trauma on those who serve.
Through my own journey—one that included therapy, mentorship, and the support of an incredible circle of peers—I came to understand the power of healing, vulnerability, and community. I’ve lived what it means to struggle silently, and I’ve learned firsthand that no one should ever have to walk that road alone.
Today, my mission is simple: to foster resilience, create space for real conversations, and ensure that others know there is strength in seeking help. Whether it’s in the military, the fire service, law enforcement, or emergency medical fields—we are stronger together, and we don’t leave our own behind.