When church and therapy weren’t enough

I tried the pews.
I tried the chair in the therapist’s office.
But somewhere between the sermons and the sessions, I realized I was still out of touch with my own soul.

Sacred Grit was born in that space—where the old frameworks started to fall apart and something new needed to rise.
Not church. Not therapy. Something real.

It started in the wild, in ice-cold rivers, barefoot hikes, and breath that reminded me I was alive. It started when I stopped outsourcing my healing and started living it.

This space—this work—is for the ones who need that too.
Men who want to reclaim their strength, remember their soul, and live with their whole heart.