This Isn’t Therapy

Why I Do This Work

A decade of research. A lifetime of love. A mission born from loss.

Grief shattered my world.

But doing nothing wasn’t an option.

I gave therapy a shot. Some parts helped—but honestly, it felt too clinical. Like someone was reading me a paragraph from a textbook. I didn’t need theory. I needed someone who got it—someone who could meet me in the mess and guide me through it.

At one point, I was so lost, I actually Googled, “how to grieve.”

I didn’t find anything helpful. Just surface-level advice that didn’t touch the depth of what I was feeling.

I’ve been obsessed with personal growth since I was a teenager. I’ve spent decades studying positive psychology, mindfulness, resilience—everything about what makes people tick.

But nothing, and I mean nothing, tested all of that like losing my son.

Everything I thought I knew collapsed. Every insight, every tool, every philosophy I’d collected… brought to its knees.

So I started asking deeper questions:

• What helps people actually recover from devastating loss?

• Is healing really possible, or do we just learn how to hide the hurt?

• What if grief work wasn’t just about surviving—but about becoming?

• Can pain like this ever lead to purpose—or is that just something people say?

• Could I ever feel fully alive again?

The answer was yes.
But not by going back to who I was.

By becoming someone new—on purpose.