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```For anyone who has been through the worst thing that ever happened to them — and is still here, still trying to figure out what comes next.
```Why this exists
I was paralyzed at 16 and had to teach myself to walk again. I lost my brother, my mother — to an overdose — and my grandfather all in back-to-back years. I used alcohol the way most people use sleep. I woke up one night in a pool of my own blood and made a quiet decision that changed everything.
```That's not a backstory. That's the whole story. And for a long time I didn't know how to carry all of it and still keep moving.
Still Standing exists because rebuilding your life after it falls apart is one of the loneliest things a person can go through. Not because nobody cares — but because most people don't know what to say, and most content doesn't get close enough to the truth to actually help.
Every week I write to you the way I'd talk to someone I care about who's in the middle of something hard. No performance. No polish. Just the real thing.
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I want to start this the way I'd start a real conversation — not with credentials, not with a list of things I've accomplished that are supposed to make you trust me.
I want to start with the night I woke up in a pool of my own blood.
I don't say that for shock. I say it because that moment — that specific, terrifying, clarifying moment — is the real beginning of everything. Not the music. Not the book. Not the tour. That night.
I'd already lost my grandfather. Then my brother. Then my mother — to an overdose, which is its own kind of grief because you spend years watching someone disappear before they're actually gone.
The night I woke up on the floor, something shifted. Not dramatically. Not the way they show it in movies. It was quieter than that. It was just the realization that if I kept going the way I was going, I wasn't going to make it.
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