Eddie Pinero

Not when everything's working.

Not when you're strong.

But when you're broken.

when the routines fall apart, when your identity starts to slip through your fingers.

And the wolves, you know, they are not the enemy.

They're the test.

In a way, they are the invitation, a hand extended.

And so this morning, I gifted myself the decision.

not to sprint obviously not to lift can't do that but to face that circle of wolves with grace to stop hoping they go away and to meet their gaze and answer them yes i'm in some mental duress right poor me life goes on yes i'm losing momentum

Yes, in a way, holding off regression, but I'm still here.

Blood in my veins, air in my lungs.

And gonna rebuild from the inside out.

Again, it's not like I just found out I'll never walk again, right?

Perspective here.

Because the wolf isn't some fantasy of me at my peak.

It's who's already inside, who I become when everything's stripped away.

When normalcy...

and routine and comfort are taken, who do you become?

So if you feel them too, those doubts, those whispers, if your momentum has been slowed, if your identity feels like it's dissolving, this is your moment.

Not to run or hide, but to rise.