Getting Arrested Was A Blessing In Disguise

Ever felt a moment hit you like a ton of bricks? So big you can't ever go back?

Me too. Get this…

2019, I was a mess. Haunted by bad feelings from being adopted. They wouldn't let go. I felt like a broken record, stuck.

My escape? Growing weed. I know, not a hero's choice. But it filled an empty spot in me. Made me feel something.

But guess what? I also wanted to help people kick bad habits. Crazy, right? I was walking around like a fake.

Total imposter.

"One more harvest." That was my promise to myself. A tiny hope that maybe, just maybe, I could break this ugly circle.

Then, boom. Arrested. Handcuffs. Yanked from my home. I felt like the world's biggest fuck up.

Thanks Universe.

But buried under that mess was a glimmer of hope. A push from somewhere bigger than me. A sign saying, "Wake up, man. You’ve got so many good things going for you".

So I did. I woke up hard.

I moved cities. Paid off what I owed. Started fresh. No more hiding.

I looked my pain in the eye. Went to therapy. No more running away.

I trained hard and qualified as a therapist. Now, I've got my own business.

I went from growing plants in the dark to helping people overcome their struggles.

Every stumble, every fall, they were my road signs. They said, "You can turn things around." And now, I'm here to help you find your way.

What shook you awake? How did you climb out of your hole? My inbox is always open for a chat.

Here's to life turning us upside down so we can find our feet.

Big love.