The Man Who Tried To Escape His Past
I grew up in a small town in Alberta, Canada. My parents divorced when I was three and from then on I lived split between two families. I was an observer and grew up immersed in witnessing the differences between the members of my family.
I spent my childhood (and into adulthood) “performing” who I thought I needed to be in life while abandoning the core of who I knew I was. I harbored self-hatred and shit all over myself daily. I didn’t like who I had become, lacked any kind of direction, and struggled to maintain basic rituals or routines because I saw discipline as a punishment rather than an essential aspect of being a man.
After high school I bounced around a lot. I was never taught how to define my life on my own terms or build something deeply fulfilling so I just latched onto whatever came my way in the hopes that it would give me purpose and direction. I fell into the trap of the Nice Guy and was constantly seeking praise and validation from women – shapeshifting myself into whatever I thought would get me the validation I needed to fill the void within. Spoiler alert – this didn’t end well.
I went from working construction in the frozen gravel pits of Northern Alberta, to singing opera around the world, to working as a market leader at Apple. It all looked great from the outside but for the most part I was miserable and my personal life was a mess.





