I understand what it’s like to live in survival mode — long before things start to visibly fall apart.

I wasn’t a first responder, but I worked in a high-pressure security role within a crime-fighting unit. Over time, constant urgency became my normal. I ran on adrenaline, slept in short bursts, and treated home like a quick stop for food and a few hours of rest before heading back out.

From the outside, I looked like I was holding it all together.
Inside, though, my clarity was fading.

Then one night, my wife stepped in and interrupted the cycle.
That moment of pause forced me to really see what “pushing through” had been doing to me.

If you’d like to know more, you can read the full story here → My Story