This is the exact system that dragged me out of the lowest place I’ve ever been.
Ten years of fucked habits.
Relentless self-hate.
A mindset so dark I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.
I hated the man in the mirror.
One night, I was driving my Dads Corvette at over 200km an hour, aimed straight at a wall, fully prepared to end everything. And right before disaster — the roof ripped clean off the car. Forced me to stop. Forced me to sit there shaking, breathing, realizing what had just happened.
I’ve knocked on the devil’s door so many times — and I’m truly grateful he wasn’t home on any of those days.
Call it luck.
Call it divine timing.
Call it whatever the hell you want.
I call it a miracle.
In that moment, I knew I wasn’t put on this earth to die broken. I was put here to rebuild myself, discipline my body and mind, and show other men how to pull themselves out of hell the same way.
I truly feel like a cat on my last life — so I’m dedicated to making sure I live it correctly.
No motivation.
No fairy tales.
Just rules, structure, and daily execution.