I returned to my NorCal roots, moved back in with my mom, and started from scratch.
I felt like my entire identity had been torn away. I’d held onto my Hollywood dream for so long that I didn’t know who I was without it.
It felt like all of my friends had it figured out. They had great jobs, great relationship, great plans. They were happy.
Meanwhile, I was lost, back at square one.
In the midst of my meltdown, I received another shock. My college roommate passed away unexpectedly, rocking me to my core. How could someone so young, so vibrant, be gone? Just like that?
I began to question everything.
What did I want out of my life? What was I great at? How could I make a meaningful contribution?
After a lot of self-exploration I realized that my strength was in helping others. That’s the part of my Hollywood work I’d loved. And I wanted to go deeper — and bigger.
So I made a choice to enroll in Psych 101, and the rest is history.