The Practices That Brought Me Back to Life: My Men’s Healing Journey

There’s something about the sound of boots on dirt. The cold sting of river water. The silence of a summit.

The wilderness doesn’t heal because it’s soft—it heals because it’s honest.

Out there, you’re not your resume.
You’re not your trauma.
You’re not your story.

You’re a man breathing in pine and fog, carrying only what matters. And you start to remember—this is what being alive feels like.

That’s why we keep going back.
Why Sacred Grit doesn’t happen in fluorescent-lit classrooms, but under stars and wind and firelight.

Because nature doesn’t fix you.
It reminds you that you’ve always had what you need.