MY STORY
I Did Everything I Was Supposed to Do And Still Came Undone
I climbed the ladder.
Built the career. Led the company. Found the love of my life.
By every outside measure, I had made it.
But inside, I was unraveling.
Exhausted. Overextended. Already burning out.
Then, in the span of three months, it all came crashing down.
THE CAREER THAT NEARLY BROKE ME
I was serving as COO for a healthcare company—running the business in practice, not just in title.
The owner had CEO on their email signature, but no real leadership presence.
I was doing the work of three people without the compensation, support, or alignment that role demanded.
The deeper conflict, though, was ethical.
I found myself in a growing misalignment with the values and decisions coming from the top.
Corners were being cut, and expectations were being set that violated the integrity I hold as non-negotiable.
I wasn’t willing to compromise my ethics for the sake of profits.
I had already begun planning my exit.
But before I could leave on my own terms, I was blindsided with a termination—no cause, no warning, just done.
My livelihood was ripped away in an instant. And with it, any illusion of safety or stability I had been clinging to.
I didn’t just lose a job—I lost a part of my identity.
I lost my sense of purpose.
I lost the structure that had been holding me up while I quietly unraveled inside.
I was already in burnout.
But now, my nervous system was in free fall.
Overwhelmed. Hypervigilant. Disoriented. Hollowed out.
AND THEN, THE LOVE
I THOUGHT WOULD LAST ENDED
I had reconnected with someone I’d met nearly a decade earlier.
Back then, we were in different places. But I always remembered how that connection made me feel. Every time our paths crossed, I felt something real. This time, it felt like forever.
We shared adventures—from the ski slopes of Colorado to the beaches of Hawaii. And yet, even beautiful memories can’t hold together what’s already unraveling.
Our relationship had been strained for a long time.
A month after I lost my job, I lost that relationship too.
AND THEN, I LOST MY FATHER
Four weeks after my break-up, my dad—my rock—had a medical emergency.
Within days, he was gone.
I didn’t just lose my father.
I lost the man whose presence had always grounded me.
The man whose quiet strength steadied me more than he probably ever knew.
By then, I couldn’t hold anything together.
My nervous system was fried. My body was in survival mode.
And I was grieving everything, all at once.
My livelihood? Gone.
The person I needed to love me back? Gone.
And the man I looked to for safety and stability? Gone too.
The grief brought me to my knees.
All of it—my job, my relationship, my father—gone within three months.
MY WAY BACK
I didn’t start breathwork because I wanted to become a coach.
I did it because I was drowning.
I needed something that could slow the chaos inside me.
I didn’t know it then, but my nervous system had been dysregulated for years.
My breath was the first thing that gave me some ground beneath my feet.
It helped me meet the grief—
Not just the grief of losing my dad, but the years of quiet disconnection that came before it.
The pain I had armored up against.
The loneliness I never named.
The pressure I had carried in silence.
WHY I DO THIS WORK
Most men don’t need more performance advice.
They need a place to belong.
To be honest. To be human.
To stop pretending they’re fine.
I work with men who are carrying a lot—
and have nowhere to set it down.
Men who’ve been living in overdrive for so long,
they’ve forgotten what it feels like to actually be in their life.
I help them slow down, tell the truth,
and reconnect with who they are underneath the pressure.
Not from theory or textbooks.
But because I’ve lived it.
I found my way back to myself—
Now, I’m committed to helping other men do the same.
One breath, one step at a time.
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If you're holding it together on the outside,
but unraveling within—
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