You didn't get here by accident. Something in you is done running the same programs, done performing for everybody else's comfort, done being the guy who's "fine" for the eleventh time today.
This isn't therapy. It's not a church. It's not another program that hands you generic advice and calls it transformation.
This is where men who are tired of drifting — the people-pleasers, the ones who learned early that being easy to be around was safer than being honest — figure out what actually got installed in their heads, and start rewriting it.
I'm not here because I read it in a book. I'm here because I lived it — the chaos, the almost-nothings, the years of not knowing how to love myself, and the slow, deliberate work of becoming someone I actually respect. I know what the forge feels like from the inside.
You don't need to be broken to be here. You just need to be done pretending you're not tired of the version of you that's been running the show.
Welcome to the Forge.