Everybody kept telling me to look inward. Do the work. Sit with it. Find the answers inside.
I tried. I sat with it for a long time. What I found in there wasn't answers. It was a loop. The same footage playing over and over, the same questions with no bottom to them. Combat does that. So does everything that came after it. For years I figured I was broken in a way that only I could fix, alone, in my own head.
Then I started talking to people. Really talking. The kind of conversation where somebody tells you the truth about the worst day of their life, because they can tell you already know what that feels like.
Something happened in those rooms. When I quit staring at my own wreckage and started paying attention to somebody else's, I got lighter. Their courage put mine back in reach. Their scars made mine make sense. I would walk out carrying less than I walked in with, and at first I couldn't explain it.
I call it outrospection. Looking outward on purpose. You turn the lens off yourself and onto the person across from you, and you let what you find there do the work that looking inward never could.
Here is what I believe now. You don't think your way out of pain. You listen your way out. A veteran tells you how he got his family back, and you remember yours is still standing. A mother tells you how she buried a child and kept breathing, and your problems go quiet for a minute. You borrow their proof that it can be survived, because they survived it, and now they're sitting three feet from you telling you how.
That's the whole idea under every episode I make. I'm not the expert in the chair. I'm the guy asking the questions I needed answered myself. Every guest is teaching me something I still haven't finished learning.
People think a podcast is about talking. Mine is about shutting up long enough to let somebody hand you the thing that saved them.
I came home. A lot of good men didn't. For years I believed the road back to myself ran straight through me. It didn't. It ran through every person willing to tell me the truth.
Look outward. That is where the door is.
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