I am still here.
That means something.
I didn’t survive to become inspirational. I survived because I refused to let the thing that tried to kill me win. Addiction took years. Prison took more. Relapse after relapse taught me how easy it is to go back to zero. I lost time with my daughters, lost pieces of myself, and spent too many nights staring at options that all looked like destruction.
There was no clean redemption arc. No single moment where everything clicked and I became someone new. There was only the choice, repeated: keep breathing and do the work, or stop. I chose to keep breathing. Then I chose it again the next day. And the next.
Broken But Breathing is the record of that choice — without the filter, without the performance, without pretending the damage never happened. Broken Halo Co. exists for the same reason. Streetwear for people who know what it costs to stay standing. No fake strength. No corny slogans. Just the truth and what you build when you decide you’re not done yet.
Author, Broken But Breathing