Directionless to Driven: My Journey Through Trauma to Purpose
If you’re a young man reading this and feeling like your life has no direction, let me tell you something upfront: I’ve been there. Not just in the sense of being confused about which career path to take or not knowing what I wanted from life. I mean truly lost — hurt, broken, and carrying wounds no boy should ever have to carry. I’m 46 years old now. A father to three boys — my biological son who is 10, and two stepsons who are 16 and 17. To them, I try to be the kind of father I never had. But to understand why that matters so much to me, you need to know where I’ve come from. The Dark Beginning When I was 9, my life changed in a way no child should ever experience. I became a victim of sexual trauma at the hands of my stepmother. It was confusing, painful, and something I carried in silence for many years. On top of that, from the age of 10 until I left home at 21, my father physically and emotionally abused me. The man who was supposed to protect me became my greatest source of ...