I spent a long time thinking I knew exactly who I was.

Basketball player. Butler guy. Husband. Dad. Then life had other plans.

I lost my mom, lost basketball, lost a marriage, and eventually lost a pretty good chunk of myself. Alcohol helped with that last part.

I’m not a motivational speaker, recovery expert, or guy who has everything figured out. I’m just someone who made a spectacular mess of things, survived it, and slowly learned how to build a life I actually recognize again.

The Long Way Home is me trying to tell that story truthfully — the good parts, the ugly parts, and the funny shit that somehow survived both.