There is a pain and ache that some of us have had, and some of you do right now, that we don’t tend to speak about out loud.

It’s the kind of pain and ache that, in the night, when it’s dark and there’s no one else around, brings tears to our eyes because of just how acute it is when there’s nothing there to effectively distract us.

When we’re not working at jobs. When we’re not with “friends.” When we’re not doing just about anything to keep us from having to contend with what we truly feel inside, because in that fucking “silence,” there’s the ache. The loneliness and a host of other feelings that seem like they might swallow us whole if we don’t keep “running.”

And that shit doesn’t ever seem to go away for any real length of time.

For me, in trying to silence and stifle that, I used alcohol and sex partners that didn’t demand too much of me. Of course, what I was secretly hoping, even as I was calling it a “booty-call,” was that they would see into me, deep into the hidden persona and see all the shit I was carrying around, and still choose to love me anyway; I dared to dream that someone could love me despite all of my baggage.

Get it?

So yeah, I know what some of you are dealing with.

Want some “proof” first?

Cool, I get that too.

Ready?

• 4 divorces. Yeah, you read that shit right. 4. I tried to find “god” and love at the same time, with 4 attempts. 

• 4 DUIs. Yeah, you read that right too. So yeah, I was trying to shut out the world 40-ounces at a time, over and over and over again.

Shall I continue?

Okay, here ya go.

• Sexual abuse by a dude when I was in junior high. Nothing like a little repeated sodomy to fuck one’s self-concept and worldview all the way up.

• An infant son that died July 31, 1999. SIDS.

• And my current beloved wife’s Stage 3 Cervical Cancer AND Thyroid Cancer at the same fucking time, in 2023.

So I am your living proof.

My beloved wife is living proof.
 
The love that we have and live every single day is your living proof.

Get it now?

None of this is meant as “trauma-porn” or intended to make you feel “sorry” for me. Instead, I share this openly to literally share with you that you can fucking do this. 

But only if you choose to; it’s not going to happen randomly or “hoping” that it will.

So no, I don’t give a shit if you’re 22 or 92, if you’re in that emotional dark space, I may have something that can help set you off onto another path of peace, joy and a level of fucking happiness that you likely don’t even believe exists.

I didn’t.

But now I’m living it.

Look, most of us have heard the promises, the marketing, the “this is the answer,” scripts and it’s cost us time, money, energy and whether we want to say it out loud or not, it cost us trust. 

I am also well-aware of that, so there is very little that I can say that can or will  truly offset that lack of trust when someone is selling something, or when someone is making claims about the efficacy of whatever is that they’re talking about.

And I know that this is no different.

So it’s not a challenge to me when you might be thinking that I need to “back this up.”

As polarizing as I may appear, and as confrontational as many have called me, it’s only because that's what I had to do, and what you will as well should you go on this journey, was, and is, fucking hard. It is so very, very hard.

So yeah, check out the site. Poke around. See if it resonates. See if it pisses you off. See if it makes you feel something—anything—other than the numbness and pain that you’ve been carrying around with you.

But here’s the thing:

And it’s now your move.

Let's keep being real and telling the truth as we know it; You can keep right on scrolling. You can keep right pretending that you've got your shit together, even against that however-vague feeling you have that lets you know that your shit is not together. You can hope that "knowing" the truth is enough to change the life you've settled for. (It isn't.)

But, and only if you're willing to keep being brutally honest, and only if you are willing to recognize that the pain has gotten louder than the reasons to keep tolerating it, I’m not going to ask you to "poke around" our website....

I’m going to show you exactly where to start.

Sharon and I took the shit that we lived through, of those 4 DUIs and 4 divorces that I endured, the cancers she had to contend with, the dead infant child, and with all of that, we dared to love and live through it all to build a framework that actually does more than “survive the storm.”

We call it The Trilogy Foundation. 

The trilogy isn’t a promise. It’s a living toolkit taken from our real lives, as two very real people, that have lived in the shit,  and so we have a very, very good idea of the shit you’re already fighting—against your own bullshit, against the lies you’ve swallowed and internalized, and yet still fight against and against the life you’ve settled for.

If you want to see what the "other side" looks like—the actual lived evidence—go to our About page.

If you’re actually and genuinely done looking and you're ready to start the evaluation of your own excuses, go straight to The Foundation.

Either way, it may be time for you to stop waiting for permission.

[BUTTON: SEE THE EVIDENCE (ABOUT US)] 

[BUTTON: START THE BUILD (THE FOUNDATION)]

(No refunds. No apologies. Just the truth.)

This is not for everyone and we know that. Frankly, the hard truth is, we own that fact that it’s not for most people. It’s for the ones who are done waiting for permission to live and be themselves.

So yep, there it is. 

What the fuck ya’ gonna do?

Because either way, and I think that we all know, that whether it's with Sharon and I, and what we’ve built and created, or with someone or something else,at some point, you’re going to have to deal yourself in an effectively honest way.

So, will you be prepared when that shit hits the fan?