This has been a year heavy with fire, flood, and fracture. A year where so many of us are carrying more than we can name. And the truth is, we’re not okay. We’ve been running on fumes for so long we’ve started to mistake it for normal.

We live distracted, not because we’re weak, but because we’re overloaded. Numb. On autopilot. Living life in airplane mode just to survive the noise. We call it productivity, but what it really is… is self-abandonment.

That’s why I wrote Finding Focus. Not as another set of hacks or quick fixes, but as a lifeline for adults in this anxious generation, those of us who wake up tired, scroll through our grief, and end each day wondering why we feel so disconnected from ourselves and each other.

This book wasn’t just researched. It was lived. It wasn’t written in crisis, but it survived one. And because of that, it carries both the science and the scars, both the tools and the truth.

And its timing could not be more urgent. As summer fades into fall, life accelerates. Back-to-school, year-end deadlines, holidays that should feel meaningful but too often leave us depleted. We sprint toward the finish line of the year with nothing left in the tank.

Finding Focus is the antidote. A roadmap out of autopilot. A way to trade frantic multitasking for clarity, overwhelm for intention, and exhaustion for presence.

This is not just a book, it’s the call to finally step off the hamster wheel and remember what it feels like to live awake. To come back to yourself. To reclaim what the noise has stolen.