For years, I wore a similar mask. As a highly praised medical doctor with peer-reviewed research, I had built a life that looked purposeful and successful. But beneath the accolades and appearances, I was deeply struggling. Exercise had become my secret escape, a desperate attempt to feel in control amid the chaos within. Constantly pushing myself to meet impossible self-imposed standards and fill the emptiness inside led to chronic fatigue and total depletion. The day everything changed was February 25, 2022. After difficult discussions with a distressed family of a terminally ill patient, decades of suppressed grief and emotions erupted. Losing my mother to breast cancer at nine had unknowingly shaped my life, and I could no longer keep going, detached and robotic, serving others at the expense of my own well-being. This breakdown became my breakthrough—igniting a journey to find true peace, love, and self-worth.