Here’s the truth nobody tells you: the fact that you’re still here—breathing, reading this, scrolling through your phone or maybe clutching it like a lifeline—is already a kind of miracle. Don’t let anybody, ever, shame you for the ways you survived. You made it through what should have killed you. You got up when the world said stay down. That’s not weakness; that’s superhero-level grit. I don’t care if your progress today was just getting out of bed, sending a “hey, I’m not okay” text, or not throwing your phone at the wall when life got loud. Survival isn’t pretty, but it’s powerful as hell. Wear that scar, that story, that stubborn will to keep trying like a badge. And if you feel invisible or alone in all of this? You’re not. Not here. Not with me, not in the Progress Is Progress community. We’re a bunch of beautiful disasters learning how to love ourselves (and each other) a little better, one messy day at a time. 💪❤️ So if you need a hand, a rant, a laugh, or just someone to remind you that you’re not broken—you’re surviving, and that’s badass as hell—reach out. Drop a comment, DM me, or come find your people in our community. Let’s keep each other going. The world needs your story, scars and all.✨ Sound off below: what’s one survival skill you’ve picked up that the old you would never have believed? Let’s see those battle-tested wins. 👇

Let’s cut the BS right now—life can hit you so hard that just getting through feels like a miracle. Addiction, mental health struggles, trauma, loss—if you’re still here, still breathing, still fighting, you’ve already won the biggest battle most people never even get a shot at. So I want to hear your survival stories. What’s one moment you thought you wouldn’t make it, but you did? Drop it in the comments. No filters. No shame. Just raw truth. And if you’re still fighting that voice telling you to quit—what’s keeping you going? What keeps you showing up when giving up feels easier? Let’s get real about what survival really means. Because here’s the truth: surviving isn’t about perfection. It’s about guts, grit, and showing up every damn day, even when it sucks. You’re not just surviving—you’re winning. And that deserves to be shouted from the rooftops. If you want daily no-BS motivation to keep fighting, check out my blog: progressisprogress.substack.com Your story matters. Your survival is legendary. Let’s hear it—what’s your “I’m still here” moment? 🚀🦅🔥

I know some days it feels like you’re fighting a war no one else can see. The bad days, the panic, the exhaustion—it’s brutal. And if you’ve ever felt like you’re “less than” because of how hard it gets, I’m here to tell you: that’s a damn lie. Struggling with your mental health doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human. It makes you a warrior who shows up, fights through the chaos, and keeps going when giving up feels easier. What’s the hardest part of your mental health battle right now? Drop a comment or DM me if you’re struggling—no judgment, just real talk and support. You don’t have to do this alone. If you’ve ever felt that silent war inside, how do you keep fighting? What helps you on the darkest days? Let’s get real in the comments. You’re not alone. You’re stronger than you think. Let’s fight this together. 🚀🦅🔥

If I still judged myself by my past mistakes, I’d be stuck in the same goddamn place I was 10, 15 years ago. And honestly, that’s one of the hardest things about growing and changing. For most of us trying to just figure out how to adult and get through life, it’s a brutal battle. But here’s the real shit: when you refuse to quit, that’s the moment everything changes. I’ve had times where I was flat on my face, at my lowest, starting over from zero. And you know what? I never quit. Never. I always believed I could get through it—even when I didn’t know how, even when desperation had me by the throat. One way or another, I kept getting through. And I still do. I don’t care what anyone says, how hard it gets, or how many times I get knocked down—I’m not a quitter. I’m gonna do this damn thing. And honestly? Tell me I can’t do it, and watch me prove you wrong. That little dysfunctional badass spirit? Yeah, it’s still here—mom, clinician, and all—but it’s fierce as hell. So if you’re carrying the weight of your past—addiction, trauma, a criminal record, a failed marriage, bad choices—fuck that noise. That’s not you. Your comeback is you. The best stories, the most loved characters, they’re the comeback kings and queens. So goddamn it—do the work. Show up. Fight back. Be your own comeback story. What’s one moment when you refused to quit? Drop it below, or just say “I’m still here.” Let’s remind each other how damn strong we are. You’re not defined by your past. You’re defined by your comeback. Own it. 🚀🦅🔥

Addiction might have knocked you down, but it didn’t knock you out. It’s easy to let the label swallow you whole, to believe you’re less than because of your struggles. But that’s bullshit. What counts isn’t what you’re fighting against—it’s the fact that you’re still standing, still pushing, still refusing to give up. Every day you say “not today” to the cravings, the shame, the past—that’s a victory. It’s proof you’re stronger than you think, tougher than your demons, and ready to write your own story. If you’re ready to own your power and refuse to be defined by your past, you’re not alone. There’s a community here that fights with you, fights for you. Your addiction isn’t your story. Your comeback is. Own it. 🚀🦅🔥