The Phoenix and the Ash: Finding Renewal After Catastrophic Failure
I found myself standing in a ruin of my own making—Glasgow’s streets felt wrong, and yet I wouldn’t leave. The
This is about the gritty work of changing. It’s about how I’m trying to take all the bad stuff, all the pain and mistakes, and turn it into something useful. You’ll read about my own rebirth here, how I found resilience, and how I’m still trying to find light even in the darkest places. It’s a never-ending process of trying to make myself better, from the inside out.
I found myself standing in a ruin of my own making—Glasgow’s streets felt wrong, and yet I wouldn’t leave. The
I guess I used to think accountability was just mumbling sorry and hoping no one digs too deep. Turns out
Everyone talks about redemption like it’s a film. Like some big, dramatic scene, you know? A speech you give, a
I spent a long time, too long, living behind a face that wasn’t mine. I didn’t even know I was
I used to think alchemy was something you did in secret. In silence. In the pages of books or behind
I didn’t understand why I kept getting close to things that burned me. Why I kept walking into fires –
The worst part of me wasn’t the part that failed. It wasn’t even the part that lied.It was the part
When I first opened a book on the Kabbalah, I wasn’t looking for answers.I was looking for shape.A language to
Accountability isn’t just saying you did something wrong.It’s sitting in it.Without distraction. Without a PR team. Without a punchline. And
I used to think shame was the end of the story.The silence after the headline. The part where you disappear.But