Today, I failed.
Twice.
Within 15 minutes.
I made a promise to walk as a Child of Light.
To stay transparent. Not perfect — but honest.
The urge had been building for days. TikToks, YouTube videos, the subtle climb of dopamine craving. My brain searching for an escape, anything to feel something.
And when the moment came, I didn’t say no.
Not the first time.
Not the second time, minutes later.
I knew what was coming: the emptiness, the guilt, the sting of betraying my own growth.
And yet — here I am. Not hiding in shame.
But choosing to stand up again. Not tomorrow. Now.
This isn’t a cry for pity. This is a statement:
I’m not done.
Not because I’m invincible. But because I can’t go back to who I used to be.
I know where this path leads if I keep giving in.
And I’ve tasted what happens when I stay on mission.
So today, I recommit.
To my journey.
To my growth.
To the light.
I’m not sharing this for likes.
I’m sharing it so someone out there knows:
You’re not alone.
And your worth is never defined by how many times you fall,
but by how many times you refuse to quit.
I’m starting over.
Today is Day 0.
But also Day 1.
And that’s enough.
Let’s rise. 🕯️
– A brother walking through the fire
