You don’t change reality with your thoughts.
You change it with your body.
The modern self-help world is broken.
Everyone's a guru.
Everyone’s regurgitating someone else’s words.
No results.
No roots.
Just recycled dopamine disguised as progress.
I saw it coming.
I’ve lived through it.
I bought the tapes.
I read the books.
I took the courses.
In the late 90s, I spent years devouring self-help like candy—thinking information alone would change me.
It didn’t.
I knew everything.
I applied nothing.
I was addicted to potential, allergic to execution.
That’s when I woke up.
Let me tell you how this all started…
Not with a grand vision.
Not with a neon-lit purpose.
Not with a YouTube channel, a click funnel, or a mastermind.
It started with anxiety, awkwardness, and a stack of self-help cassettes from a time when you had to actually walk into a store to buy your future.
I was the shy kid.
The “don’t make me speak in public” kid.
The “I’d rather fight a bear than look an adult in the eyes” kid.
By the time I finished school, I realized something chilling:
Nothing I had learned actually prepared me for life.
So I dove headfirst into the world of self-help.
Back then, the shelves were lined with promises:
“Unleash your potential.”
“Think and grow rich.”
“Become the best version of yourself.”
And oh, how I tried.
For three years, I studied the human mind like it was a Rubik’s Cube.
I could talk about everything.
Mindsets. Habits. Cognitive distortions. You name it.
But had I changed?
Not a bit.
Because knowledge without embodiment is like reading a cookbook and expecting to get full.
Because you can only “reframe” your life so many times before you realize…
the frame isn’t the problem.
It’s that the picture is blank.
Let me tell you how this all started…
Not with a grand vision.
Not with a neon-lit purpose.
Not with a YouTube channel, a click funnel, or a mastermind.
It started with anxiety, awkwardness, and a stack of self-help cassettes from a time when you had to actually walk into a store to buy your future.
I was the shy kid.
The “don’t make me speak in public” kid.
The “I’d rather fight a bear than look an adult in the eyes” kid.
By the time I finished school, I realized something chilling:
Nothing I had learned actually prepared me for life.
So I dove headfirst into the world of self-help.
Back then, the shelves were lined with promises:
“Unleash your potential.”
“Think and grow rich.”
“Become the best version of yourself.”
And oh, how I tried.
For three years, I studied the human mind like it was a Rubik’s Cube.
I could talk about everything.
Mindsets. Habits. Cognitive distortions. You name it.
But had I changed?
Not a bit.
Because knowledge without embodiment is like reading a cookbook and expecting to get full.
Because you can only “reframe” your life so many times before you realize…
the frame isn’t the problem.
It’s that the picture is blank.