Breathwork helped me with Addiction

Me, graduating high school with limited capacity to think long-term. 2 years before overdosing on recreational substances.

I had a stroke in 2019 due to mixing 6 different substances in one day (coined as the term “uppers” and psychedelics).

I took all these drugs so that I could have what I deemed as a “fun" all-nighter” to study for a biology test in the morning.

I hope that sentence alone shares with you just exactly how rock-bottom my headspace was at the time.

To save all of us time, I’ll skip going into all the nitty gritty details on my traumatic drug abusing days, court trials, gunpoint incidents, robberies, and thefts.

I started to sort of live in this foggy state of mind that told me that absolutely no one was safe to be around, I would probably die from drug usage, and my trauma is too deep to ever be saved from.

But then I found breathwork.

No drugs. No patches. No vapes. Just my breath — raw, ancient, primal.

And holy hell… it worked.

That first session literally had me convulsing.

(Which is not what happen s regularly to everyone, but I believe it came from how much I was releasing).

Breathwork became that new nicotine buzz, but actually real. Not synthetic, not followed by a crash. It was electric. Clarity. Focus. Tears. Release. Everything I thought I needed from a vape, I had right inside of me this whole time.

It wasn’t the high I was addicted to — it was the presence. And breath gave me that, without the cost.

Now, I breathe like my life depends on it — because it does.

So if you’re sitting in the chaos, if you’ve tried everything and nothing sticks, if you feel broken beyond repair — let me tell you:

you are one breath away from remembering your power.