Why I Coach Men
I didn't become a coach to save the world.
I became a coach because I was sick of my own bullshit.
For years, I was stuck. Grinding. Distracted.
Lost in plain sight.
Pretending I was fine. Pretending I was winning.
But inside, it was a house of cards.
And I did nothing about it.
When my father died in 2021, it all fell down.
No more hiding. No more pretending.
It took over three brutal years.
Three years of walking through fire.
Burning the lies.
Facing every dark corner I'd spent my life avoiding.
Turning it all to ash.
No hacks. No shortcuts.
Just the real work.
I found myself at the bottom of the abyss
And I hauled myself out.
After that, I knew:
I didn’t want surface-level success.
I wanted real freedom.
When I looked around the coaching world, it was obvious: 90% women.
And the few male coaches? Selling bigger wallets, shinier titles, ego-steroids.
No one was speaking to him - the man behind the trophies, the man carrying all the weight, the man too stubborn, proud, or scared to ask for help.
I know that man.
I was that man.
I didn’t need a coach to tweak my LinkedIn profile. Or send me on a f*cking retreat. I've got zero time and kids to feed.
I needed a coach who would help me remember who I was - without the mask, the status, or the bullshit.
Now I am that coach.
I don’t work with your résumé. I work with you.
The man who's ready to stop pretending. The man who's ready to come home to himself.
You don't have to stay stuck.
But you do have to wake up.
