The Story Behind The Reset
From concussion and collapse to clarity and reclamation
I didn’t set out to build a recovery program.
I set out to remember who I was before the world asked me to forget. What followed wasn’t a straight line. It was a slow unraveling. A shedding of roles I had worn for too long: engineer, athlete, fixer, provider. And beneath all of it someone trying to heal a brain, a body, a nervous system that had been pushed too far, too often, with no map to guide the way. This is the story of how I came home to myself.And why I now offer The Reset as a path for others.
The First Break
My history with head trauma didn’t start on the rink. It began long before I had the words to name it. I was 12. It was winter. I slipped on the ice during recess chasing a friend and I took out the legs of another student. She fell directly onto me, her full weight crashing down across the back of my head, neck, and shoulders. My face slammed into the ice. I lost consciousness on impact. When I came to, I was lying in a pool of blood, cradled in a teacher’s arms. My nose was shattered. My forehead had swollen into a three-inch welt. Both eyes nearly swollen shut. Blood stretching six feet across the ice. I was rushed to a nearby clinic, but not a hospital.
A few blurry X-rays. A brief check-up. And that was it. No scans. No follow-up. No explanation.
No one told me I’d had a concussion. No one taught me how to live with one. and so began the unspoken pattern:
“Get up” “Shake it off” “Keep going.”
That message echoed through every hit, every dizzy spell, every foggy day that followed.
It became belief. It became identity
The Invisible Weight I Carried
I never stopped. Not after that first concussion. Not after the next. Not after the fog settled in like a second skin. I just kept going. For nearly two decades, I worked in high-level IT. I supported global systems for multi-billion-dollar hedge funds and financial firms. I held critical infrastructure together. quietly, constantly. For 17 years, I lived on-call, For 14 of those, I dedicated myself to one company: six years as a consultant, eight as full-time staff. They paid well. They relied on me. And they knew I’d never say no.
I was the “always available” one. No spouse. No kids. No excuses. I became their backup plan, their 2 a.m. call, their safety net. My loyalty became their leverage. And my body paid the price. The headaches became normal. The emotional swings. The fatigue. The light sensitivity. I called it stress. I told myself it was part of the job.
Until it wasn’t..
The Final Crack
In May 2024, everything came crashing down, I was in Scotland, serving as General Manager and starting goaltender for Team Bermuda United at an international ball hockey tournament. We were facing off against the U.S. National Ball Hockey League squad in our final game.
A full slap shot came screaming toward me, straight to the forehead, My helmet buckled. My vision blurred. My ears rang and in that split second, I knew: Another concussion. But this one felt… different.
It didn’t just rattle my brain. It ruptured something deeper. Something I had held together with grit and denial for far too long. When I got back to Bermuda, I asked my company for space to recover. I wasn’t asking for much, just time away from the office to work remotely and heal in nature..
Just to take care of myself in safe environment.
Their response?
“Use your two-week vacation. Maybe we’ll allow a week of remote work on either end.”
Fourteen years of service. Zero room for rest. That was the moment my nervous system and my spirit finally said
Enough!
It didn’t feel like freedom. It felt like collapse.Like grief. Like shedding a skin I had worn for survival.
But buried inside that collapse was something I hadn’t expected:
Choice.
And I Finally made one. I walked away from the systems that kept me numb. And toward something slower. Softer. Real.
What Healing Actually Looked Like
Healing didn’t arrive as a single breakthrough. It arrived in layers hard-won, sometimes painful, always honest. I thought I just needed rest.
But what I really needed was to remember who I was beneath the noise.
That journey brought me to InanItah, an eco-spiritual community on Ometepe Island in Nicaragua, where I enrolled in a 4-week immersive retreat designed to bring me back into my body, my truth, and my presence. There was no electricity for fridges. No freezers. No convenient electricity or steady internet. Food was prepared fresh each day with what the land provided. Distractions were stripped away. And what remained was… me.
For four weeks, I lived inside a deep container of daily embodiment, breathwork, meditation, emotional process work, and group reflection. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t performative. It was real self-work, held in a community that supported truth over comfort and courage over avoidance. That retreat cracked me open in ways I still struggle to explain. It called forward parts of me I hadn’t met before. And it helped me release patterns I’d been carrying since childhood.
I came face-to-face with the grief I had buried. The exhaustion I had normalized. And the ways I had disconnected from my own life force in the name of productivity and survival. In that rawness, something shifted: Not just understanding. But embodiment. Not just theory. But integration.
InanItah reminded me that healing is earned through presence, through staying, listening, and softening when every part of you wants to bolt.
It was there that I came back to my body not as a concept, but as a truth.
The Birth of The Reset
The Reset didn’t start as a program. It started as a promise to myself. That I would no longer override what my body was trying to say.
That I would no longer chase clarity through burnout, or numbness through achievement.
That I would stop trying to “get back to normal” and instead, remember what normal never gave me. I needed a space to soften. To regulate.
To feel safe in my own skin again. And when I couldn’t find that space in the world, I created it.
First for myself.
Now, for you.
The Reset is an 8-week guided experience born from everything that helped me heal:
Breathwork that grounded me in moments of overwhelm
Movement practices that reminded me I wasn’t broken, just disconnected
Nervous system education that gave language to sensations I once feared
Journal prompts that gently surfaced the truths I was finally ready to face
Rituals and nature-based practices that restored my rhythm and my trust
This is not a quick fix. It’s not a protocol or a productivity hack. It’s a pattern interrupt. A pause. A homecoming. It’s for those recovering from concussion, burnout, chronic stress, or emotional exhaustion. For those who’ve tried the pills, the silence, the self-blame and are still searching for something deeper. It’s for the ones who are ready to stop pushing through, and start healing through. This isn’t about going back to who you were.
It’s about remembering who you’ve always been underneath the noise, the symptoms, the survival mode.
It’s a gift I earned.
And now, it’s one I’m ready to give.
Welcome to The Reset.
Let’s begin.