It was August of 2017. I had been in therapy for over a year at this point. I was in my 2nd year of my master's program studying counseling psychology. I was in a dance/movement therapy group.

You ever have what seems to be the perfect storm of events that go wrong in your life? You know those moments where the day has barely started and you're already ready to do violence? That is the moment for a potent decision that either brings more suffering OR an empowerment you’ve never known before.

It was winter of 2010. I was on the bus home at 6:30pm after finishing a day of classes on campus. It was rainy and already dark out.

In 2012, I asked my dad two questions that changed our relationship forever.

This was the first time I saw my dad cry.

In a single instant, over a decade of misunderstanding and pain was healed.

Atop a secluded mountain lived an old mystic

This mystic was a hermit as most tend to be, but knowledge of his whereabouts and the lives he's changed spread by word-of-mouth even to the other side of the world.

“I’m a Nice Guy. I’m not like those douchebag, toxically masculine guys. For that reason I deserve a good woman.”

If you’re a Nice Guy, you’ve probably said or thought this before. I sure have. I was your poster-child Nice Guy.

It makes sense that you have reasons for your cynicism. Perhaps you’ve experienced the deep heartbreak of betrayal. Perhaps you were treated in absolutely deplorable ways by women. Or maybe you’ve put your best foot forward only to find yourself friendzoned over and over.

One of the unacknowledged roots of "emotionally unavailable men" is the mother complex. He has perfect reason to feel afraid of intimacy, because at his most vulnerable moments as a boy it was consciously/unconsciously held hostage by his own mother - his first love.