12 years ago I threw away my last cigarette as I drove over 500 kilometres to move in with Tanya and her two boys. I had little to offer. I was three months sober, jobless, and weighed down with student debt. I had a lemon of a car and emotional baggage spilling out of the trunk.

But, Tanya believed in me, and over time I learned how to believe in myself.

A few years later I was a married man with four healthy kids (And 4 dogs). I found my voice, and quickly understood the value of using it to share my experiences with others. After leading one hell of a destructive life for so many years, I embraced the fact that I was still here to carry a message. And I continue to do so with the utmost gratitude and humility.

I know that there are a lot of people who are suffering from the same, or similar challenges, that I once faced.

It has become my life’s mission to share my story in the hope that it will shed a positive light on the journey of others.

Keep fighting.

Keep talking.

I believe in you.

 

“What’s stronger than a broken man who has the courage to rebuild himself? It’s time to redefine what it means to be strong.”

- Allan Kehler