I wasn’t supposed to make it. I was born with a heart defect. I Died. Came back. Spent a few month in a Coma. Woke up from that and spent a few more months blind. That was just the beginning

I grew up with obsessive thoughts, social anxiety, and a nervous system stuck in survival mode. I looked fine on the outside… but inside, I never felt safe, confident, or in control.

I chased success in startups, music, and politics but sabotaged everything and felt empty inside.

Then came the accident.

My son almost lost his leg. I shattered mine. We spent 8 months in the hospital — together.
That was the moment nothing could be avoided anymore: the pain, the patterns, the identity I was dragging around just to survive.

I didn’t get into this work to coach. I did it because I had no choice.