To my brother,
Brother,
I know what it's like to carry all of it and never say a word. The guilt, the regret, the cycle you can't escape. I've lived all of it.
At nineteen, I had a 1.7 GPA. I'd been kicked out. I was fighting addiction and stuck in a relationship I didn't have the spine to leave. I was in a downward spiral, and I couldn't see the bottom.
After everything was stripped away, I was forced to look at myself for what I was. I became obsessed with the mind. Running toward obstacles, challenges, and adversity.
Two years and eight ultra marathons later, I built what I needed back then so you don't have to carry it alone.
