You moved abroad.
And somewhere along the way,
you got left behind.

From the outside, I had every sign of success. A business that worked, thousands of followers, people stopping me in the street to say thank you. And on the inside, I had built myself a modern prison in the shape of a successful business. Twelve hours a day, a mask of the one who knows everything, and a gap that kept growing between what people met on the outside and who I really am.

Then everything shook, and we decided to move to the US and start over. For a whole year I agreed to do nothing. Not to market, not to prove, not to be "someone". Just to hold the home, and let who I used to be quietly come apart. It is the hardest task I have ever taken on.

On the way I discovered the thing I had hidden deepest: my sensitivity. All my life I thought it was a weakness. My wife told me it's why she chose me. The women I accompanied in my practice felt it before I knew what to call it. That is what I bring to a meeting: not a method from above. The listening of someone who lost himself on the way, and found his way back.

And one more thing I learned there: we have no inner enemies, only hidden gains. Even the voice that makes you smaller is, at its root, protecting you - and it can be talked with.