I wasn’t born into peace — I had to forge it.
I came from cracked concrete and chaos. A house where silence meant danger, and tension lived in the walls. The kind of place where love was buried under bruises, and hope was something you had to imagine. I witnessed violence in my own home. I watched my mother survive what should’ve broken her — and that survival became my blueprint.
I held my brother’s hand as he slipped away from this world — and something inside me woke up. I’ve been betrayed, abandoned, underestimated. At 18, I stood at the edge — ready to quit school, quit dreaming, quit everything.
But then my mother, fresh off a double shift, looked me in the eye and said,
“Just go back. You came this far.”
That one sentence became my turning point.
Since that moment, I’ve been building — from nothing but pain, purpose, and willpower.
Now, I speak to show others what’s possible — to be living proof that where you come from isn’t where you have to stay.
