I wasn’t an addict. I wasn’t in rehab. I wasn’t at rock bottom.
But I was lost.

I lived for the party, the after-hours, the fake friendships, the attention.
I worked in bars. I drank for free. I was the “fun one.”
And then my body broke.
And no one clapped when I changed.

This is the true story of how I went from cigarette-soaked mornings and bathtub meltdowns to carnivore, lifting, 75 Hard — and healing.
Not perfectly. Not politely. But powerfully.

And now I teach others how to do the same.