I Don’t Know What the F*ck You Saw in This, But Thank You

I started writing in April of 2025 because I was out of options.

Got fired from Fidelity. Spent over a year in FINRA arbitration just to get my licenses back. Got blackmailed. Got arrested in May—actual mugshot, actual jail, over an argument with my mom that spiraled. Relationship ended. I was fucked up and running out of ways to explain what happened to me without sounding like a conspiracy theorist.

So I started writing about it on the internet.

Narcissists. Workplace predators. The specific shit they say that makes you think you’re losing your mind. Pattern recognition for people who got played by someone good at playing people.

And somehow—I still don’t fully understand this—7,000 of you followed. 4,000 of you subscribed.

What?

I’m not being humble. I genuinely don’t get it. I’m just some guy with a lawsuit and a story that sounds made up. I’m not a therapist. I don’t have credentials that matter. I just kept receipts and refused to shut up.

But you showed up anyway.

The Part That Actually Kept Me Alive

The messages, man.

“This is exactly what happened to me.”

“I thought I was the only one.”

“I’ve been trying to explain this for years.”

Every time one of those came through, I’d sit there staring at my phone like... okay. I’m not crazy. This matters.

Every paid subscription felt like someone saying “keep going” when I was ready to quit. And I was ready to quit a lot. Because most of what I tried failed. Many articles went nowhere. I have ADHD and some days just showing up feels impossible.

But you kept showing up. So I did too.

What This Year Actually Was

2025 beat the shit out of me.

Lost relationships. Got arrested. Paid legal fees I’m still paying. Learned I can’t trust people the way I used to, and that’s permanent damage I’ll carry forever.

But also: I hit 200% of my sales goal at the new job. Built something that 4,000 people thought was worth subscribing to. Started a lawsuit against my former therapist. I started fighting back.

I’m not whole. I’m not healed. I’m just... still here. Still trying. Still figuring it out.

Life responds to effort. I believe that. Even when the effort is messy and scared and doesn’t know what it’s doing.

Here’s the Thing About the Lawsuit

I’m in active litigation now. Which means some topics have legal boundaries I didn’t have before. Some stories wait. Some receipts stay filed until the right moment.

I’m still going to write. Still going to deliver the survival intelligence. Just... carefully. Because losing this case would cost more than money.

But the mission stays the same: pattern recognition for people who can’t afford to break.

75% Off Forever Because I Don’t Know How Else to Say Thank You

I’m running a sale through January 31st. 75% off Kill the Silence. Forever.

Not for a year. Forever. As long as you stay subscribed, you keep the discount.

Not because I need it. My bills are paid. This isn’t desperation marketing.

It’s because you showed up when this was just me yelling into the void, and that meant something.

Because some of you can’t afford full price, period. And I’m not interested in gatekeeping survival intelligence based on who can pay what.

Because you deserve the tactics, not just the pattern recognition.

Offer expires January 31st. After that, it’s gone. No extensions. No “just one more day.” I’m not playing those games.

What I Actually Learned

I don’t trust easily anymore. Can’t. That’s what happens when you learn what both personal and professional predators look like up close.

But I trust this: 4,000 people don’t subscribe to nothing. 7,000 people don’t follow someone who’s full of shit.

You saw something I couldn’t see yet. Something worth protecting. Something worth building.

I was drowning in April. Couldn’t see a way out. Didn’t know if there was one.

You gave me a reason to find it.

I’m not out yet. Still climbing. Still messy. Still figuring out what comes next.

But I’m here. And you’re why.

Thank you.

For real.

— Cody

P.S. If you can’t afford even the discounted rate, I get it. The free stuff isn’t going anywhere. Your attention is enough.