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Desperate Times
Desperate Measures
In 2023, I was crumbling. I didn't know what to do—but I knew if something didn't change, I wasn't going to make it. So I did a radical reset, converted a van, and hit the road. Not in celebration, but in desperation.
Getting metaphorically (and sometimes literally) lost changed everything. I found a deep gratitude practice—and it saved my life. Proactively managing my mental health grew from there.
The Gr8ful Project will likely be my last chapter as an entrepreneur. But this time, it's not about profit. It's about building a lasting community—and helping each other live happier. Simple as that.
I'm gr8ful for you, even if we haven't met yet.
Gratitude teaches us to
live happier.
— RobbieDob
If You're Struggling
I've been there and my heart goes out to you.
The tools we offer — stories, prompts, kindness, community — they're powerful. But they're not a replacement for professional care.
I am not a therapist or a doctor. I am just a human who's been to the edge and somehow made it back.
I'd love you to join us, but please, also talk to someone trained to help. Therapy. Medication. Crisis lines. Support groups. All of it.
Asking for help is one of the most courageous things you can do.
You matter to me, even if we haven't met yet.
Believe me when I say, "Tomorrow can be better than today".
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Planting Trees
I remember being in 4th grade and waking up to my alarm clock at 6:45 am. I recall brushing my teeth, getting dressed, and walking into the dark kitchen and turning on the lights. I'd pour myself a bowl of cereal and pack my lunch for the day.
My mom was asleep when I left for school and she was in bed when I got home. I don't remember when I realized she was struggling with depression and anxiety, but I can't recall a time when she wasn't. And although sleeping in was not her at her best, it certainly wasn't her at her worst either.
Life moved on, and I thought I'd overcome my childhood. Truth is, I was so used to living in a heightened state I couldn't see how much anxiety and trauma I was carrying with me. I hadn't really overcome anything—I had merely escaped. I was a classic high-performing kid from a traumatic home.
"The Best Time to Plant a Tree is 30 Years Ago. The Second Best Time is Today"
I wish 20 year old me knew what 50 year old me knows, but I'm proud I'm still planting trees and working to be the best and happiest version of myself.
Here's to new beginnings and planting some trees together.