Who is helping me?
Since May 27
On May 27, 2025, I stepped into something I had been searching for without knowing its name. I had already walked with silence, with discipline, with books. But alone, I was circling. My strength was real, but my blind spots were stronger. I needed a forge, not a comfort zone.
The month of fire
The Transformation Month was the first hammer. Thirty days, thirty blows.
Cold water freezing my breath until stillness became my armor. Silence heavy as iron, pressing on my chest until I saw it was a doorway, not a cage.
Bare feet on sharp ground, learning what loss really means and what can never be taken.
Burning the lie I had lived by: I must control everything or I am nothing. Forgiving where my pride had carried a knife for years.
Writing words of honor by hand, because truth demands ink and weight.
Speaking an unbreakable vow that binds me to my family and my path.
Every day left scars and marks, but not the kind you hide. The kind you carry forward. Some days I stood tall. Some days I stumbled. But stumbling wasn’t the end because in this Circle, others stand you back up, and you do the same for them.
Beyond the month
When the month ended, the path didn’t stop. It deepened. Since May, I have confirmed the values I will die with. Honor. Loyalty. Truth. Presence. Gratitude. And I uncovered new ones I never expected: patience with myself, courage to name weakness, the strength to ask for help.
I found emotions I had carried for years but couldn’t name. Anger that was really grief. Restlessness that was really longing. Silence that was not emptiness, but a voice waiting to be heard. Alone, it would have taken me years to understand them. In the Circle, it took weeks.
In daily life
The change didn’t stay inside rituals. It bled into my days and my life.
In the welding shop, I stopped chasing recognition and chose honesty, even when it cost me. My back is still stiff, my hands still black with dust, but I no longer confuse my worth with approval. When one door closes, another opens.
At home, I chose presence. Building forts with the boys, listening in the car with no music, showing them that silence is not absence but attention. My partner sees me clearer because I speak clearer.
With myself, I began writing a daily journal. Tracking thoughts until patterns emerged. Journaling turned silence into dialogue, chaos into form.
What GRIM really is?
For those outside, GRIM might sound abstract. A name whispered. A circle mentioned. But this is what it is.
I’ve seen men and women from over eighty countries stand under the same values. Nearly a thousand souls bound by the same fire. Growth. Reliability. Integrity. Independence. Incorruptibility. Mentorship. Not slogans. Demands.
And I’ve seen what dies in that fire: excuses, victimhood, entitlement, the worship of comfort.
There is structure: an online hall where we meet, a daily space to share victories, monthly challenges that push us further. There are layers the wider Circle open to all who commit, and the inner Ring for those who take deeper vows. Some wear the silver ring as a sign of that bond.
But in the end, GRIM is not a platform. Not a program. It is people. Brothers and sisters who sharpen each other. Voices that cut deeper than any book alone.
Where I found the first spark
It began simply. One night, searching, I found the first videos on YouTube. Short pieces of fire that spoke the language I had carried inside me for years. I followed them. They led me here.
And if my words carry weight, much of it comes from one forge that has sharpened me again and again.
You may find me and others here. Grim Book Circle