If I still judged myself by my past mistakes, I’d be stuck in the same goddamn place I was 10, 15 years ago. And honestly, that’s one of the hardest things about growing and changing. For most of us trying to just figure out how to adult and get through life, it’s a brutal battle.
But here’s the real shit: when you refuse to quit, that’s the moment everything changes. I’ve had times where I was flat on my face, at my lowest, starting over from zero. And you know what? I never quit. Never. I always believed I could get through it—even when I didn’t know how, even when desperation had me by the throat. One way or another, I kept getting through. And I still do.
I don’t care what anyone says, how hard it gets, or how many times I get knocked down—I’m not a quitter. I’m gonna do this damn thing. And honestly? Tell me I can’t do it, and watch me prove you wrong. That little dysfunctional badass spirit? Yeah, it’s still here—mom, clinician, and all—but it’s fierce as hell.
So if you’re carrying the weight of your past—addiction, trauma, a criminal record, a failed marriage, bad choices—fuck that noise. That’s not you. Your comeback is you. The best stories, the most loved characters, they’re the comeback kings and queens.
So goddamn it—do the work. Show up. Fight back. Be your own comeback story.
What’s one moment when you refused to quit? Drop it below, or just say “I’m still here.” Let’s remind each other how damn strong we are.
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You’re not defined by your past. You’re defined by your comeback. Own it. 🚀🦅🔥
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