I came up hard—two kids by 18, angry at the world, reckless and ready to shoot if I had to. I was lost, broken, and deep in the trenches with no light in sight. People counted me out, expected me to crash or rot in the same cycle. But by the grace of God and the angels He placed around me, I made it out. Now I walk with my head high, knowing I survived what was meant to destroy me.