A few months passed after that when I barely hung on to my sanity,” he said. “My depression got worse and worse especially with the added pressure of being a medical student. It almost drove me to suicide. At my lowest point, my grandmother, whom I was living with at the time, encouraged me to go back to my roots and find a way to express my emotions that I’d been keeping to myself. Her words led me to rediscover my voice and talent and to find a deeper purpose for it all. I used music as a form of emotional therapy to express feelings that I couldn’t get out even in a conversation with a therapist.