WHO THE F*CK MADE THIS?
Name’s irrelevant. I’m not a guru. Not a coach. Not even that drunk friend who told you it’ll all be fine while crying into your third shot.
I’m just a guy who survived his own brain. Burnouts, sabotage, anxiety on full blast.
No one came to fix it. So I did.
This isn’t therapy. This is war.
And if your brain’s f*cking loud too - welcome home.