I wasn't supposed to be here, and in one of the first chapters of my book, I tell the whole story about how I attempted to end it.
I'll spare you the details because I've already bared it all, but I was staring at the water in the tub, ready to risk it all. Hell, I was so ready to end it all. I was desperate, disoriented, and exhausted. The weight of my failures were just too heavy to keep carrying on.
I was begging life to give me one last sign to keep going.
In that moment, a voice cut through the storm raging in my head: "Guvu! Open this door right now!" My mother's trembling words outside the door were the lifeline I desperately needed.
I collapsed into her. "You're going to be okay," she said. And for the first time, I believed it.
My hospital bracelet from that night.
I didn’t write F*ck Rock Bottom because I’ve always had it figured out. I didn’t write it because I’m a guru with all the answers or some motivational speaker with a foolproof formula for success. I wrote it because I’ve been there—in the tub, at the end of my rope, staring into the void.
I wrote it because I know what it takes to climb out of that darkness, one small step at a time. And I know that if you are struggling in the same way I was, you are capable of making a comeback just as I did.
This book is my way of showing you how I found a thread of hope, climbed out of the darkest place I’ve ever been, and became the man I am today. My hope is that it helps you—or someone you love—find their own thread of hope, too.
G aka the Guy Who Found a Thread of Hope
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