I started with nothing. No strength. No direction. Just pain and a dream.
Every rep was a fight. Every set, a war. I built myself up from the dirt, from the silence, from the doubt they threw at me.
But somewhere along the way… I lost it all. The focus. The fire. The people.
And when the lights went out, there was no one left but me and the weight.
That’s when I realized… this journey was never about them.
It was about the man in the mirror, the one who refuses to stay down.
So I came back harder. Stronger. Hungrier.
Because when you’ve had nothing, losing everything doesn’t scare you anymore.
Now it’s just me, the pain, and the grind.
No shortcuts. No excuses. Just scars and progress.
I started with nothing… and I’ll rise again from it. Alone if I have to. Every damn day.