07/25/2026
My heart has been so heavy lately with all the lives being lost to fentanyl overdoses. My deepest condolences go out to every family, every friend, and every community that is grieving the loss of someone they loved. Addiction doesn't just affect one person—it leaves a ripple of heartbreak that touches so many lives.
Every day I thank my Creator for leading me out of the destructive lifestyle I lived for so long. Back then, I truly believed I was okay. I convinced myself nothing would happen to me, even after I overdosed countless times. Looking back now, it's heartbreaking to realize how close I came to becoming another life lost. My focus wasn't on whether I would survive—it was on where I was going to get my next fix because I feared being dope sick more than I feared dying.
Now, every time I hear that someone I knew, used with, or a family member has passed away, it hits differently. It reminds me that it very easily could have been me.
Today my life is different. I am not the same person I was before. Recovery has given me a second chance, and I don't take that for granted. I wake up with purpose, gratitude, and hope.
If you're struggling right now, please don't give up. There is hope—not just dope. Recovery is possible. I never thought I'd be able to say that, but today I'm living proof. If I can find my way out, so can you.
To everyone who has lost someone to addiction, I'm holding you in my heart. And to everyone still fighting this battle, keep fighting. Your story isn't over yet. ❤️🪶🦅