You’ve been drifting for months.
Or years.
You don’t even know anymore.

You're not here by accident.

You're here because something inside you is dying.

You've read the books. You've watched the clips.

You've heard the same words said by the same men, again and again.

But nothing changed. Because they sell comfort.

I don't.

If you want clarity, you'll get it.

If you want strength, we'll build it.

But you'll bleed for it.

And you'll thank me for it.