My journey hasn’t been easy.

Recovery has been my main focus. I’ve faced addiction, homelessness, and moments where I truly believed there was no way out. There were times I prayed for death—a permanent solution to what I now understand were temporary situations.

But I’m still here.

More than seven times, I’ve been pulled back from the edge. I truly believe my higher power reached down into my darkest moments and gave me another chance. Others have told me they’ve seen the strength around me, the protection, the purpose.

For a long time, I struggled to understand why I was still here—and why Tyler wasn’t.

But today, I see it differently.

His passing became my divine intervention.

I am now fully surrendered to this disease, and fully committed to recovery.

I can’t allow my mother to bury another son.

But more importantly, I choose to live—for myself.

Recovery has shown me a new way to live:
- willing
- honest
- open

There will be bad days. That’s life.

What I’ve learned is:
I may not control what happens—but I can control how I respond.

And that changes everything.