Throughout my upbringing, my deep-seated desire to aid others was a constant. Yet, growing up in a town just 40 minutes outside of bustling Los Angeles left me grappling with the challenge of how to make a meaningful impact without seeking the spotlight. I aspired to affect change quietly, to remain inconspicuous. Simultaneously, I naturally assumed the role of the "mom" friend, the one who provided an empathetic ear, a comforting shoulder, and the occasional dose of tough love when necessary. Of course, I was also the steadfast provider of snacks – because, really, what's a "mom" friend without snacks?

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When I turned 18, someone I held in high regard said something that struck a chord within me: "You would make an excellent therapist." From that moment, I was unwavering in my pursuit. As I embarked on my college journey, I initially declared a major in History. However, by my second semester, I decided to incorporate a major in Psychology. It was then that I recognized my true calling was to be the person I yearned for when I was younger, to be that source of support and understanding for others.

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Outside of my office hours, you'll often find me cherishing moments with my family, savoring a cup of coffee, basking in the serenity of waterside settings (whether it's a beach or a pool, I'm content), actively engaging in NextGen Rotary events, or comfortably settled on the couch, revisiting the beloved series "Gilmore Girls" for what feels like the hundredth time.