My story
Ten years on boats, calling it freedom.
I had a boat in Mexico. Sailed around, worked superyachts, two months on and two months off. Hundreds of skydives, BASE jumping, long solo passages offshore. I loved every bit of the adventure and I was very good at leaving.
What I couldn't do was stay. The moment I put roots down anywhere I felt my freedom being taken. It took me years to see that the boat wasn't only freedom. It was escape. From responsibility, from the world, from committing to anything all the way.
All of it was scary. All of it was easier than walking into a room full of men knowing I'd have to face myself.
I spent years in victim mentality. Blaming partners, the boss, my parents. Then came the part that was hard to swallow: the common denominator in every single one of those situations was me. That realisation cost me something and it gave me my power back.
I still get activated. I still feel all of it, and sometimes I still snap, usually when I'm tired or running on empty. What changed is that I can name it out loud while it's happening instead of three days later. That's the whole thing I teach.