My story
Eighteen years working for billionaires.
Two months on, two months off, working that close to the wealthiest men on paper. I got to see how they behave behind the scenes.
Money did not make them better men. If anything it highlighted what was still unresolved. I watched men who could buy anything struggle to hold a relationship together, and struggle to connect with their wives and their children. Work was their escape, the thing they used to avoid what they were most afraid to feel. The patterns were still running underneath the success.
That changed what success meant to me.
I realised every man escapes, avoids, explodes or shuts down in his own way. Mine was getting out of my reality any way I could. Drugs, alcohol, women, jumping out of planes.
For years I couldn't sit still with myself. The moment things went quiet, something would start moving inside me and I'd find a way out. Anything to avoid the one thing I couldn't do: sit still and feel it. Sound familiar? It worked for a while, until it didn't.
When it stopped working, I blamed everyone around me. My partner, my boss, my parents. Ever done that? Eventually I saw that the only person in every one of those stories was me.
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.
This is why I do this work.