The Story Behind "A reD HooD" (and The Spot)

It started with a mystery. And a heartbreak.

I’m not a psychologist. I’m not a guru. I am a data scientist—a guy who loves logic, patterns, and clear answers.

My journey began when I fell in love with a woman I’ll call Lilli. Our connection was electric. She was witty, deep, fascinating—like a fire that warmed me from afar. But when reality set in, something shifted. The fire turned into chaos. The connection turned into an abyss.

I witnessed something I couldn't explain. The "shiny object break." The sudden distance. The overwhelming noise in her head.

My brain couldn't let it go. I needed to understand why.

So, I turned my company into a laboratory.

I approached love with the brutality of a machine. I used AI to analyze over 400 scientific studies. I uploaded 186 books on ADHD into a database. I scraped thousands of desperate forum comments from women who felt broken.

I was looking for a manual. A fix. I wanted to come to her and say, "Look, I solved it. Here is the patch for your operating system."

But I found something else.

I found that the medical books described a "disorder," but they missed the human being. They described broken machines, not souls. And worse—the more I read, the more I saw myself in the symptoms.

I realized that modern psychology had hit a wall. So I threw the studies away. I went further back. To Jung. To mythology. To alchemy.

The Realization

I discovered that what we call ADHD isn't a defect. It’s a different operating system.
You are not broken farmers. You are gatherers. You are hunters in a world of spreadsheets. You are the "witches" and seers who were forced to become clerks.

I wrote A reD HooD not as a textbook, but as a mirror. It is a collection of tools—not to "fix" you, but to help you understand your own power.

I created The Spot because I know how lonely this forest can be. And I know that the Wolf waiting in the shadows isn't an enemy to be killed. It's your intuition waiting to be heard.

I am just a man holding up a mirror. The magic is yours.

— Martin