Unfiltered. Unfuckwithable. Unapologetically YOU.

I didn't get here by reading self-help books or "thinking positive." I got here by surviving the kind of life that shreds you — and still waking up the next day.

Since 2009, I've buried 68 people.
Not numbers. Names.
People I knew. Loved. Laughed with.
Some years, I lost 10 or more — friends, family, mentors, coworkers.
Try keeping your shit together while you're stacking funerals like calendar invites.

I lost my dream career, then lost the next one.
I spent years trying to be "good enough" for jobs, for people, for survival.
But the more I lost, the clearer it became: nothing is guaranteed.
And if everything can be taken, I'm sure as hell not spending my time pretending anymore.
I'm done shrinking myself.
I'm done trying to sound more "professional" for people who couldn't handle the truth if it was gift-wrapped in HR-approved language.
And I'm especially done working for people dumber than me.
I'm not about to be fired by someone who couldn't lead their way out of a wet paper bag.

I don't want fake success.
I want freedom.
To be loud, real, intense, uncensored — and actually make a living by being fully me.

I'm here for the ones still stuck.
Still begging for approval.
Still convincing people to care.
Still waiting to be allowed to live.

So here's the one thing nobody says loud enough:
You're going to die.
So are the people you love.
And there's no guarantee when.
So you better stop waiting.
You better start fucking up the status quo.