Hi there.

I’m a rabid creative and writer who empties myself into a project once I believe in it.

I’ve spent the past two and a half years creating my debut book, Path Illogical: A Memoir of NYC and OCD.

The book centers around my four years of studying acting at NYU. At the start of my college career, I discovered—after months of repetitively turning my head over my shoulder while walking to alleviate the anxiety from losing contact with thousands of fascinating Manhattan pedestrians—that I had OCD. The symptoms began as bizarre and atypical, my obsessions nearly all social in nature and my compulsions heavy and demanding vigor and perfection. My symptoms only further intensified and worsened as I forcibly hid as much of my symptomatic behavior as I could while I proceeded through university life.

Come step to the edge of sanity and discover the limit of one young man’s mind who constantly seeking the sensation of certainty. Step into my late-teenage mind as I confuse dysfunction and brilliance, progressively isolate myself in the pursuit of artistic success, and lose all touch with self-care in my mentally perturbed journey toward being okay with not knowing.