I’m not a therapist. I’m not a life coach. What am I? I am my traits: blunt, direct, compassionate, loud, no bullshit, bold, fiery, sweet, the best listener you will ever meet, and your ego’s worst enemy. But I am not a life coach. I am not a therapist. A life coach will say, “My limit is crazy,” and a therapist will say, “I can’t tell you what to do.” I tell you what to do; I come from crazy. I know how to find balance in the chaos and see the lie of excuses. We live today via this simple fact: 90% of us would rather stay unconscious than become conscious. We blame the world for how we feel. We’re ruled by ego. I have an open heart, but as a kid who was once homeless and who believes in action, I am not touchy-feeling positive, but I am wildly loving. I’m not here to listen to your problems only. That’s a therapist. I’m here to help you find solutions to the root of your pain. I’m not the faint of heart, but I am for those who have a lion’s heart and are ready to get their shit together once and for all.
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