I had the anxiety. The sleepless nights. The relationships I kept blowing up without understanding why. The decisions I’d make at 2am that I couldn’t stand by at 9am. The anger I couldn’t always control. The version of me my family got at the end of a hard week that wasn’t the version I wanted to be. I did the therapy. I did the breathwork. I did the silent retreats and the cold plunges and the books and the podcasts. Some of it helped, none of it stuck. I kept ending up back at the same place — running on a brain I had never been taught how to use.
That’s the part nobody tells you. You go through school. You go through university. You go through your career. And at no point does anyone sit you down and teach you how to think. How to make a decision. How to solve a problem. How your mind actually processes stress. You’re handed an instrument worth more than any business you’ll ever build, and nobody hands you the manual.
So I burnt out. Properly. The kind of burnout where the wheels come off and you can’t pretend any more.
What I found on the other side wasn’t a recovery story or a wellness pivot. It was the realisation that the same systems thinking I’d been using to build companies — break the problem down, find the actual mechanism, fix the root cause — nobody had ever applied to the human mind in a way that an ordinary person could actually use. There was therapy. There was philosophy. There was self-help. But there was no curriculum. No teachable, measurable, structured way of learning the basic cognitive skills that should have been taught to all of us at twelve years old.