It’s been a crazy few days. I’ve argued with my wife again — about the same things we’ve argued about before. Sometimes it feels like peace comes with a price tag I can’t afford. I’ve learned that love and patience don’t always walk hand in hand — sometimes they wrestle, and sometimes one wins.
But right when my world starts spinning, God shows up with a small reminder that He’s still in control.
This week, Servicon Systems emailed me my schedule for the next three weeks. Just like that, something solid, something real landed in my hands — proof that God never forgot about me, even when I was questioning everything. That schedule felt like a lifeline.
So while I’ve been cleaning, cooking, writing, and trying to keep this house and heart in order, I’ve also been writing my story.
Not a polished one. A true one. My autobiography — a record of every scar, lesson, and prayer that brought me this far.
And when I spoke with my siblings this week — both of them dropped words that cut deep in the best way. They reminded me that marriage isn’t about winning, it’s about understanding. They reminded me that my wife’s pain is different from mine, but it’s still pain.
They reminded me to stop letting my past trauma do the talking.
Sometimes, God speaks through people who’ve known your darkest years and still call you brother.
So yeah, it’s been crazy. But this time, I’m walking through the storm with a quiet heart.
Because even when I stumble, I know the climb never stops — it just changes elevation.
The Climb 
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