I was the kid everyone is
worried about right now.
I grew up on Discord servers, online games, and friends I'd never met in real life. I woke up in dark rooms, stayed on screens until sleep, and ate whatever was in front of me. By the time I reached high school, I was overweight, exhausted, light-sensitive, and running on cortisol I didn't know I had.
At fourteen, I had my first panic attack. Then came anxiety that wouldn't leave — a feeling of needing to manually control my own breathing, every hour of every day. OCD followed. Doctors said I was fine. I wasn't fine. My metabolic health was destroyed, and it was dragging my mind down with it.
I lost sixty pounds in a month by fixing what I was eating. The anxiety disappeared. The OCD disappeared. The breathlessness disappeared. Not through medication — through metabolic correction. Once my body worked again, I could finally see the cage I'd been living in. And I decided I was going to tear it apart.
That decision became Touch Grass Together, a national movement that has reached over 150 million people and operates on campuses in 9 countries. It became my work with institutions across the country that are trying to solve this crisis but don't have anyone in the room who's actually lived inside it.
Today, I'm 20 years old, an EMT, a student of psychology, and someone who thinks about metabolic health, circadian biology, and the architecture of human behavior every single day. Not because it's academic, because it saved my life.