For about four and a half years I tried to build the life and business I wanted — and a quiet, relentless fear kept stopping me. I knew exactly what to do, and I still couldn't make myself do it.
I threw everything at it. Hypnosis. "Mind movies." Stacks of self-help books. Every mindset trick I could find. Each one gave me a short lift — and then I'd slide right back. Nothing touched the moment I froze.
It got dark. I was carrying the loss of my father, and I reached the lowest, most frightening point of my life — a stretch I'm genuinely grateful I came through.
What finally changed things wasn't another hack. It was cognitive behavioural therapy — the simple, hard-won realisation that my thoughts were not facts. They were just stories my mind layered on top of reality. Once I learned to catch them, question them, and act anyway, the fear stopped running my life.
That's the work I now do with other people — so they don't have to spend years finding it the hard way.