My Story
I spent twenty years building networks. Then two kids taught me a different kind of wiring.

For about two decades I was a network engineer. I traced signals, found the break in the line, and got things talking to each other again. I was good at it. I thought that was the work I'd do for the rest of my life.
Then my wife and I became foster and adoptive parents, and our twins came home. They'd been through more before kindergarten than most people go through in a lifetime. The diagnosis came back: severe Reactive Attachment Disorder and PTSD. The psychiatrists were honest with us in the hardest way possible — they used the word untreatable.
I couldn't accept that. Not for my kids. So I did what I'd always done — I went looking for the break in the line. That search led me to neurofeedback. I learned it, I ran the sessions with them myself, and I watched, week after week, as the kids the experts had given up on started to settle. Started to sleep. Started to trust.
They thrived. Six years hands-on with my own family, then friends and other families, before I ever called it a business. About a year ago, I finally hung the sign: BrainWerx. Now I sit with other families walking the same road I walked — parents who've been told there's nothing left to try.
This work found me. I didn't choose it. And now I can't imagine doing anything else.