My Story

So what makes ME so qualified to tell YOU about how to better YOUR situation?  Well….I had to learn the hard way.  Through the school of hard knocks, as cliche’ as that sounds.  I didn’t choose to learn all of this stuff.  It was forced onto me… was a matter of survival.  A matter of….living a normal life.

You see, I let my vanity get the best of me when I was young and thought taking a pill to stop my hair loss was the answer to all of my problems.  I thought the doctor and his pharmaceutical pad had it all figured out.

Man……was I ever wrong.

I started taking a drug called Propecia when I was in my early 20’s.  Before my mid 20’s had rolled around, I was a shell of my former self.

What I didn’t know when I started taking the drug is that Propecia is a destructive 5-arII inhibitor and is responsible for the misery and suffering of countless young and middle-aged men who are genetically predisposed to Post-Finasteride Syndrome.

How do you know if you’re predisposed to PFS?  You don’t.  The only way to find out is to roll the dice, believe the doctors that the side effects will cease once you stop the drug…..and start taking it.

If you get hit with side effects, if you do develop PFS, they won’t stop.  They’ll continue despite cessation of the drug.

Believe me and the thousands of men who are still suffering:


Shave your head, stop worrying about your hair and move on.  The only one who thinks it’s so important is YOU, and you alone.

Words cannot convey the amount of contempt I have for this poison as it has altered the course and direction of my own life in very real and tangible ways.

Without experiencing the darkness this syndrome can cast you into, you really can’t understand the pain, confusion, fear and social isolation it causes.

I’ve spent YEARS stuck in a state of limbo.  Not really alive, not dead, just…..existing.  The “good” days were okay, the others were absolutely nightmarish.  To this day, I haven’t really decided which was worse: the godawful symptoms which are too long to list, or the fact that no doctor, family member or close friend could really grasp what I was experiencing.  And even if they did, there was NOTHING anyone could do for me.

I’ve seen countless doctors, endocrinologists, alternative therapy healers, etc, etc.  All came up empty.  This along with the fact that many of these doctors just thought I was plain crazy.  The fact that an approved drug that carries such life altering consequences can be on the market without doctors knowing about them is just insane and completely irresponsible.

Luckily for myself, I was born with an iron will.  I WAS going to get out of this deep, dark, lonely hole…..

And I did.

It took a lot of time and a lot of effort-maybe more than certain people are willing to put in, but I, for one, was not going to languish for the rest of my life.  That, to me, isn’t much of a life.  Merely existing, is not living.  They are two completely different things.

Over the course of 5 or so years, though grueling and at times brutal trial and error, I’ve discovered a way back from the depths.  Rather than a shell of a man, I’m complete again…..whole.  I would go as far as to say that I’m actually BETTER than I was before this whole mess.  For, without this miserable experience, I wouldn’t have learned so many important and valuable life lessons that I still rely on today.

Not only that, but I realized that If I can become the man I am today after going through that horrible drug-induced experience, imagine what “normal” guys can accomplish by following this routine?  I can’t even imagine.

So you see, even though this was going to be a site dedicated to helping guys recover from drug-induced hypogonadism, this information can be applied to ALL MEN for the complete betterment of their manhood.  As a matter of fact, you guys that haven’t had to go through something horrible like this will reap even more benefits faster than some of the other guys.  It certainly is a one size fits all Manhood booster.  Everyone’s mileage may vary, but EVERYONE will get results.

Every adversity, every failure, every heartache, carries with it the seed of an equal or greater benefit.

-Napoleon Hill

My Symptoms