I wasn’t some born hustler or self-help junkie. I was sitting in jail, addicted, broke, and surrounded by chaos. And then I realized: no one’s coming to save me. So I did it myself. I got out, cut every tie, and started over.
This wasn’t about “getting better.” It was about getting clear: on who I was, who I wasn’t, and how far I’d go to live on my terms.
If you’ve hit rock bottom, or you’re dragging through the mud right now, this is for YOU. Because the climb back? That’s where the good stuff is.