I know every side of this fight.
Not the clean side only. I lost the battle, rebuilt from nothing, lost it again, and found the shortcut out. That is why 25 years later, I am standing here — and why you should keep reading.
Twice down. Twice back.
“I did not open this practice the moment I got clean. I lived another full decade — hard years, good years, with 25% of the whole planet walked under my boots. Every single one of those years sharpened and perfected exactly what I now teach you. This isn’t just knowledge — it is life‑tested truth.”
South America burned the old life down.
I went deep into South America with nothing but a bag and no plan to come back the same person. Three months in isolation. No familiar faces, no old contacts, no escape route back to what I was.
That trip taught me something medicine never could: paradise is not a reward for getting clean. It is the medicine itself. Escape your environment completely, and the old self has nothing left to feed on.
Life had more to teach me first.
I did not open this practice the moment I got clean. I lived another decade — hard years, good years, 28% of the planet under my boots. Every one of those years sharpened what I now teach.