In my 20’s I was living the American dream. I was a rising star in the corporate world, complete with a six-figure income, expense account, company car, bright future, and a beautiful wife… but I was dying on the inside.
Back in college, while traveling abroad, I suffered a traumatic brain injury; its ongoing effects meant that I rarely slept, had regular panic attacks, constantly painful joints… and my doctor told me exercise was out.
I muscled through to go after the success I wanted, but my body couldn’t keep up. I didn’t know if I’d live to see my 30th birthday. Like so many people in today’s society, I was holding it all together with pharmaceuticals and booze, with no relief in sight.
And then things got worse…