There are moments in life that define us. Moments so intense, so overwhelming, they change who we are. Often, we don't seek them, or want them. They are just given to us for one reason or another. For me, one of those moments occurred while I was leading an expedition at sea. That experience was unique—broadcasted globally, highly criticized, and one I will never forget. But, as I reflect on that time, I realize that a large portion of my...

Trauma and grief have a way of weighing you down, making you feel like you’re carrying the world on your shoulders. Sometimes, you just need to take a break, catch your breath, and escape for a while. For me, there were nights when sitting around a fire with a friend, a drink in hand, and some heartfelt (and maybe overly philosophical) conversation felt like the perfect way to let go of the heaviness. And you know what? I think that’s okay....

Grief is not a journey anyone plans for, yet it’s a path so many of us find ourselves navigating. Over the years, I’ve come to understand that grief is not something we overcome or conquer. It’s something we learn to carry, something we integrate into who we are. For me, one of the most transformative tools in this process has been physical challenges—pushing my body to its limits while exploring the untapped resilience of my mind and spirit. As an adventurer...

There’s this moment after trauma, when everything is still raw, and all you want—desperately, achingly—is a hug. Just the simple act of being held by someone who cares. But here’s the thing about that hug: accepting it means letting your guard down. It means admitting to yourself and to the world that what happened was real. That you’re not okay. As an explorer, a climber, a first responder—hell, as someone who’s built their identity around being strong, capable, and reliable—this feels...