29/09/2026
This is taking a lot out of me to post, but this is my story. This is my truth.
Behind the tattoos, artwork and everything you see online, I’m still human. I’m a father, a partner, a friend and someone with dreams, struggles and goals I’m still fighting to achieve.
Two years ago, I barely recognised myself.
I was severely underweight, barely eating, doing no exercise and had spent around a decade heavily relying on ma*****na. Mentally, I could feel myself heading down the same destructive roads I’d travelled before.
I had two choices: continue down a path I already knew the ending to, or change everything and fight for the person I knew I could become.
So I chose change.
Living with dissociative identity disorder has brought challenges throughout my life that most people will never see. Finding somewhere positive to channel that energy became fitness.
People see the physical transformation, but the mental gains outweigh every physical gain I’ve made.
That’s why I train.
That’s why I keep showing up.
That’s why I refuse to stop.
After years of heavily using ma*****na, I knew that chapter also needed to end. I admitted myself into rehabilitation and cut it from my life completely.
Now, two years later, I’m still moving forward.
I’m forever grateful to everyone who stood beside me while I rebuilt myself. To those who couldn’t continue this journey with me, I hold no resentment. Sometimes growth means accepting that not everyone is meant to walk every chapter with you.
I just hope the people still here can look at how far I’ve come and feel proud.
But this isn’t the finish line.
I have a very specific goal in my sights over the next year, and I intend to reach it.
I haven’t come this far just to come this far.
There’s still a stronger, healthier and more determined version of me waiting on the other side of this work.
You haven’t seen my peak yet.
And I won’t stop until you do.
Thank you for listening to my story. 💫
