What changed the MOST about how you see yourself? Don’t just vote—tell us why. I’m interested in what happens after years of court dates, accusations, financial pressure, losing time with your children, and constantly having to defend yourself. At some point the question stops being only “What did the system do to me?” “Who did I become while fighting it—and who do I want to be when the fight is over?”

There’s a difference between being lonely and intentionally getting away from the noise. Go walk through a park. Leave your phone in the car. No music, no scrolling, no distractions. Just walk and pay attention to what comes up in your head. If your thoughts get too chaotic, stop chasing them and focus on your breathing. Sometimes you need enough silence to actually hear yourself think. You might see your life—and the world—a little differently when nobody else is influencing what you’re looking at.

Bury What’s Killing You. Become the Man You Needed. I’m writing this from a couch in a trailer. I’m 43 years old. There was a time when I owned 15 properties and had millions of dollars. I had built the life I’d been chasing since I was 12 years old, pushing a lawnmower around the neighborhood, hustling to make money. I came from a broken home, and somewhere along the way I created a blueprint for happiness with two things written on it: MAKE MONEY. BUILD A FAMILY. I believed if I accomplished those two things, I would be happy. I got them. And then I lost them. Today, I’m more than $1 million in debt after spending most of my life avoiding debt. I’ve lost money, properties, relationships, people I loved, people I respected, and pieces of the identity I spent decades creating. I’ve been betrayed. I’ve been spit on. I’ve been pepper-sprayed. I’ve been arrested. I’ve watched people and institutions I thought would stand beside me turn their backs. And I’ve experienced pain so deep that my human mind just wanted the pain to stop. Yet I’m still fucking here. This morning I woke up on this couch and asked my soul: What do you want from me today? And the answer became the title of this book. DON’T PULL THE TRIGGER. I’ve known men who aren’t here anymore. Something happened to them that felt impossible to come back from. The pain became bigger than their ability to imagine another future. And they made a permanent decision during a temporary chapter. I’ve thought about the people they left behind. I’ve thought about the hole their deaths created. And after experiencing my own darkness, I understand something I didn’t understand before: The pain can become unbelievably real. You can be surrounded by people and still feel completely alone. You can have people telling you everything will be okay while knowing they have absolutely no idea what is happening inside you. You can lose the person you thought you were. You can lose your money. Your relationship. Your children. Your reputation.

Me and my kids dad get our visitation Saturday I get my classes done in 2 weeks I'll be done with that not this upcoming Monday but Monday after that

Now this may just be a me thing, but I wanted to see if anyone else can relate. By the title of this post I’m trying to explain how one certain day have a feeling, kinda like how Wednesday is hump day., For me it’s Friday..it used to be Friday had the feeling for fun, adventure or anything can happen..but now it’s been like, everything “bad” that’s been happening in my life, for some reason has been falling on a Friday..it’s been like that for the past 2 years…Now I dread when Friday is coming, it’s like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.,I know it’s bad thinking like that and I’m trying to change my thinking but it’s hard man..dam hard.. I miss the old Friday feeling..