I felt successful and full of adventure. Since I was very young, I wanted to work hard and play hard. Selling lemonade and snow cones in my front yard, mowing lawns, and so on. I loved skate boarding, rock climbing, mountain biking, snowboarding, camping, backpacking, and spending as much time in the ocean as possible. I joined the national ski patrol, then worked for an ambulance service as an EMT. I joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and went to Mexico City for two years as a missionary. I was married and became a dad. I was a fire fighter. I struggled through my dyslexia to become the first person in my family to earn a bachelor’s degree. I kept going. I was recruited by the FBI as I was completing a MBA.
The FBI was amazing. I investigated corrupt police and politicians. I ran an undercover Hollywood studio that resulted in the arrest of a state senator related to the largest fraud in California history. I seized drugs and money from Mexican drug cartels, guarded the US Attorney General, and worked Counter Terrorism. I was there during the San Bernardino shooting was part of the massive investigation that followed. I was trained as a combat medic. I was assigned to the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I participated with hundreds of other law enforcement officers to conduct gang sweeps, take down Russian organized crime rings, and rescue people from human trafficking. I had the privilege of being assigned to work with DEA, the elite LAPD Major Crimes and Gangs and Narcotics divisions. I worked with true heroes.
Despite being eager to face anything and everything that threatened all of our families each day, I felt terrorized and victimized in my own home. An ugly divorce from my first wife resulted in parental alienation from my two older children. I was in a new relationship with someone diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. I felt afraid, isolated, intimidated, threatened, helpless, unworthy, ashamed, worthless, broken, hopeless. . . . . my children were being emotionally abused as well. I thought the only way to solve this was for her to change. She would not and could not change.
Therapy, a 12 step program, a couple government agencies, life coaching, repentance, and my reliance on the Savior changed everything. I learned how to overcome the terror and again strive to reach my full potential. I began to feel safe, peaceful, happy, hopeful, and excited again. I learned some tools that I can use every day to manage the depression and anxiety and get things done instead of feeling like a prisoner.
My experience going through all this along with my law enforcement background and life coaching certification put me in a unique position to help you feel safe again. I will teach you how to feel better in a fraction of the time it took me to figure this all out. You will learn from my mistakes. I know how you feel. You need me on your side.