CHOOSE YOUR PATH: THE TOOLS FOR REAL FREEDOM

You survived the manifesto. Now, which pattern are you finally ready to break?

Each and every offering is here for you to review and consider. These are the tools I wish I’d had—they will guide you through the same process that freed me.

your turn.

where do you want to start?

SINGLE/DATING

this isn’t about waiting for a magical person to solve your problems.

No white horses, no damsels in distress—none of that external bullshit that hollywood recycles time and time again.

My workbooks are here to help you face the hard truths, ditch the excuses, and build a life you actually want.

So ask yourself: Would I date me? (and don’t lie either)

If the answer isn’t "hell yes!", you've got work to do.

No fluff, no bullshit, just real talk and real growth to build the person you need and want to be.

in a relationship?

Is your love life an endless rerun?

Stop feeling and living like a question mark in your own relationship. 

If your relationship drains you more than it energizes you, you are lying about the status quo and what it means to you.

The tough questions are mandatory and ones that many either won’t or can’t address:

Are you staying  out of habit or fear? Are you both growing, or just going through the motions?

This work is not about blame; it's about absolute clarity for you; there is shit you can about the other person, but you can address, you.

this will help you figure out why you keep living the same patterns, so you might finally break them and build a connection that you choose,

not one you just settle for.

PERSONAL GROWTH

Who the hell are you, really?

Stop the lie. 

You spend more time managing who others think you are than actually existing and living your own life.

This isn't about “finding" yourself; it's about tearing down the cheap, flimsy identity you built to survive.

This work is designed to assist you in facing the raw, unfiltered person you've been avoiding.

You are the foundation.

If this feels broken, everything else is pain waiting to happen. No spiritual bypassing. No escape. This is a part of a first step to real freedom.

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KICK ROCKS: THE BOOK Be Real. Be Free. Be You.

This book is absolutely free here on this site. If you need to know, immediately, that this isn’t theory—that this comes from a man who survived his own hell—this is your final proof.

if you want to know more about the man that created all of this and "how" he got here to this moment to share all of this with you, well, this is it.

reason? I put my money and life where my proverbial mouth is so that you too can create a path for your own freedom and love and live the life that you really want to experience.

for some of you, you need to know, immediately, that this is a book and not a cry for help.

some of you are not ready for this level of honesty and transparency, so be warned.

I wrote this book because I was done with the lies and bullshit that I thought was how life was suppose to be. I wrote this book because I finally, finally, understood that I don’t owe anyone a damn thing other than my own truth and the authenticity of who I am. 

This is my journey to share, with the actual hope that once you read the shit that I went through, you will be more willing to give yourself some grace and patience, understanding and care for what you have been through and where those experiences have brought you.

Meaning, the ugly turned into the beauty.  

Done with the pretty words that never healed a damn thing in the way that people had promised. Done with the people who told me to “get over it” or “man up” while I was drowning in shame, rage, guilt and self-loathing and the kind of loneliness that makes you consider ending it all. I wrote it because I did try to end it all—November 2, 1994, with a stomach full of Percocet and enough alcohol to drown a horse. I coded three times in that hospital. Three times…. And when I woke up, I would love to say that I realized something: I wasn’t supposed to die that day. And that I was supposed to live—not just exist, but live—and tell the truth about what it means to survive your own hell.

But I didn’t. Instead I wept because I had failed at something else. 

Fuck.

This isn’t theory. This isn’t some guru’s 10-step plan to happiness. This is the story of a Black kid from St. Louis who got his ass beat with an extension cord until he dissociated from his own body and psyche just to survive. This is about the neighbor who raped me at 13, the parents who beat me and called it “discipline,” and the years I spent believing I was nothing but damaged goods; I was a piece of shit. This is about the night my infant son Malachi died and how I had to learn to breathe, to hope, to “be” again. This is about the woman who looked me in the eye after I told her I’d been raped and asked, “Why didn’t you fight back?”—like it was my fault a grown man decided to destroy me.

I wrote this book because I know what it’s like to look in the mirror and not recognize the person staring back, and worse, to hate the person that I did see in that reflection. To do more than flinch at your own reflection, but to loathe. To pity. To want to be someone other that. To lie awake at night, choking on the silence because no one wants to hear the real story—the one that doesn’t wrap up neat with a bow. The one that stinks of blood, sweat, and the kind of grief that settles into your bones.

But here’s the thing: I’m still here. And if you’re reading this, so are you.

Maybe you’ve been told you’re too much. Too loud, too angry, too broken. Maybe you’ve been called weak for feeling, crazy for remembering, dramatic for demanding better. Maybe you’ve stood in the shower and scrubbed your skin raw, trying to wash off the touch of someone who had no right to you. Maybe you’ve held a bottle to your lips or a blade to your wrist and wondered if anyone would even notice if you were gone.

I see you. 

Because I was you.

This book isn’t about fixing you. It’s about what it is possible in getting free—from the people who hurt you, from the voices in your head that sound like them, from the idea that you have to earn love or prove your worth. It’s about learning to love yourself right now, not after you’ve “healed” or “improved” or become someone else’s idea of acceptable. Fuck that. You deserve love as you are.

Inside these pages, I’ll tell you how I went from a man who didn’t think he deserved to take up space to one who dances in the rain, sings off-key in the shower, and looks his wife in the eye without flinching and a heart that is wide-the-fuck-open. I’ll tell you how I learned to kick rocks—to everything and everyone that tried to shrink me, silence me, or convince me I was less than.

You don’t need permission to be real. You don’t need a degree or a guru or a goddamn pep talk. You need the truth. And the truth is, you’re already enough. You always were.

So if you’re ready to stop pretending, to stop begging for scraps of affection from people who don’t deserve your time, to stop letting the past dictate your future—let’s get to work. No fluff. No apologies. Just the raw, unedited truth.

Because the life you want? It’s on the other side of the truth you’ve been too afraid to tell.

Or say out loud.

Now?

Baby, we get to say that shit out-the-fuck-loud.