Our Story

There was a time when stress felt like proof that life was working.

More deadlines meant more success. More exhaustion meant more achievement. More pressure meant being “the kind of person who could handle it.” That was the story—until my body stopped cooperating.

I was a stress junkie. I lived on adrenaline, caffeine, and willpower. Inside, things were quietly falling apart. My bloodwork started to look strange. I was tired in a way sleep couldn’t fix. I knew something was wrong, and I did what we’re told to do: I went to doctors, again and again. I was told I looked healthy. I was told to relax. I was told it was nothing serious.

It wasn’t nothing. It was stage 4 lymphoma.

By the time someone finally took my symptoms seriously, the damage was already there. Hearing those words was like watching the life I thought I’d built—the career, the plans, the identity built on “I can handle anything”—collapse in a sentence.

While I was in treatment, hooked up to drips and sitting with the reality that stress had helped fuel this disease, I made a promise to myself: if I got another chance, I would never equate burnout with “normal” again. And I would do everything I could to help other people listen to their bodies before they were forced to.

I quit my product design work and went back to school for integrative nutrition. Between treatments, I studied how stress, inflammation, food, and mood all intersect. For my final paper, I dove into how we can support stress and depression with what we eat—how certain nutrients can physically help calm the nervous system and support the body under pressure.

When I showed that paper to my husband, he read it like an editor and like someone who had spent over 30 years in health and fitness. He had been a nationally published fitness expert, the editor of a major fitness magazine and he lives and breathes martial arts philosophy: discipline, balance, respect for the body. He looked up and said one sentence that changed everything:

“If this is true, we’re going to build an anti‑stress bar based on this.”

We started formulating while I was still in the middle of treatment. We asked a simple question: what if your everyday snack could act more like targeted support for stress—a bar that didn’t just fill you up, but helped your body exhale? We combined therapeutic doses of ashwagandha, L‑theanine, and magnesium with organic, plant‑based protein and fiber. Not a candy bar in disguise. Not a “functional” bar with trace amounts. A bar that reflects what the research, and my experience, actually pointed to.

When I went into remission, we went into production.

That is how The FAM Bar was born: not as a marketing idea, but as a line in the sand. A daily, tangible way to say, “I’m not going to ignore my stress anymore.”

We called it FAM because we believe in Food As Medicine—and because we want you to feel the kind of care we pour into this as if you were family. Stress was our starting point because it almost cost me my life. Next come the other pillars that modern life erodes: gut health and brain health. A stress bar. A gut‑microbiome bar. A brain‑cognitive bar. Different formulas, one belief: food can quietly, powerfully, help your body back toward balance.

This is not a miracle cure. It will not replace your doctor, your therapist, or the deep changes your life might need. But it is a way to stop pretending your snack doesn’t matter. It is a way to build a small, daily ritual of respect for a body that has been carrying far too much.

If you recognize yourself in my story—the late nights, the “I’m fine,” the labs that are “a little off,” the intuition that something is wrong—please don’t wait for a crisis to force you to pay attention.

We built The FAM Bar so you don’t have to learn the hard way.