They said I wouldn’t make it.
I spent two decades trapped in the revolving door of addiction and incarceration. I buried more friends than I can count. I should’ve been a statistic—but somehow, I’m still here. And that means something.

I didn’t just survive—I transformed. I clawed my way out of a near-lifelong heroin addiction, rebuilt from rock bottom, and made a promise to turn my pain into a purpose.

If I can rise from that?
So. Can. You.

Let’s make this life count—together.