Most men don’t need more tips. They need the truth. At Clear Mirror Coaching, we hold up the mirror—so you can see what’s been driving your disconnection, numbness, or over-performance.
This is where high-capacity men come to reclaim structure, clarity, and purpose. Not through hype. Through embodied reflection, masculine presence, and a container strong enough to hold the fire.
My Journey to the Present
My breaking point came when my wife of 13 years told me she wanted a divorce.
For a brief time, I spiraled into shame, guilt, and the heavy weight of failure. I felt like I had betrayed our sacred oath. But beneath the collapse, something awakened within me. I began to see that I hadn’t just betrayed her—I had been betraying myself for years.
I had traded my truth for comfort, my fire for approval, and my freedom for co-dependence. I was like a wolf, muzzled by a life that kept me tame, disconnected from my wild self.
In that broken space, I felt the unmistakable presence of something calling me forward. An undeniable voice said, “It’s time. Return to the wild. Become the man you were meant to be.”
Before that moment, I felt like a man split in half. On the outside, I was aloof and disconnected. But on the inside, there was a pressure—a fire—screaming to be expressed, with nowhere to go. I smothered it. I drowned it in weed, alcohol, and video games—anything to keep myself from feeling the pain and power burning within me.
The wild in me had been silenced. My desire to explore, to lead, to create, to take full command of my life wasn’t being honored. I had buried it beneath layers of shame and silence, afraid of what it might mean to step into that power fully.
I wanted to be a leader in my home and my relationships. But instead, I cowered, tried to appease, and gave away the very parts of me that the women in my life needed to see standing tall and strong—until there was nothing left to give.
I devolved into bursts of anger, lashing out at others and the world, reacting from a place I couldn’t name because I hadn’t yet faced myself. I blamed others. I blamed the world. I had no idea how much power I honestly had to shift everything—if only I could begin the journey of working on myself. I was scared and felt trapped. I didn’t know what to do.
“Once I tasted this version of myself—aligned, powerful, rooted in faith—I knew I could never go back.
It hasn’t been a perfect journey. It has been a refining fire—day by day, choice by choice—into more and more of who I am called to be.”
Then came the moment I let go.
Newly separated, I packed my cat, Odie, and my entire life into a Honda Civic and drove to Montana—no home, no money, no job. On the outside, it looked like failure. But on the inside, I felt something different: purpose.
It wasn’t until I had nothing that I realized I had nothing to lose.
And in that moment, despite everything crumbling, I knew I was on the right path. Not because it made sense to anyone else, but because something greater was pulling me forward.
During the pandemic, while the world masked itself, I found myself unmasking. No longer muzzled by society, by fear, or by my own self-betrayal.
I surrendered to that path. I committed to it. I built a daily practice of meditation, cold therapy, and breathwork. I sought out men’s groups that would challenge me, call me out, and hold me accountable. I made a fierce commitment to my body—how I moved, how I nourished it, and how I showed up in the world. I trained, disciplined my mind, and rebuilt my masculine frame from the inside out.
The friendships that once gave me comfort began to fall away. In their place, I drew in men and women who would not let me hide—who would demand my growth, and who reflected the man I was becoming.
As I changed, my body lit with energy. My mind became still. I could feel an unshakable center guiding me with clarity, faith, and a sense of masculine purpose.
And then, I became a father.
Nothing honed my sense of responsibility more than holding my daughter for the first time. I saw with piercing clarity: whatever I don’t heal in myself, I will pass on to her. No words will matter more than the example I live by.
That realization took me deeper into this work. I am not just building a life for myself—I am building a foundation my daughter can stand on.
Once I tasted this version of myself—aligned, powerful, rooted in faith—I knew I could never go back.
It hasn’t been a perfect journey. It has been a refining fire—day by day, choice by choice—into more and more of who I am called to be.
And now, I coach from that place—not because I have all the answers, but because I have walked through the fire, faced my own illusions, and built a life aligned with something greater than myself.
I do this work because I know what it’s like to feel lost and uncertain. And I know what’s possible when a man finally answers the call—and steps into the life he was made for.