JoStacks

It’s Never Too Late to Change.

I grew up angry after my parents divorced when I was 10 years old. I started smoking w**d to numb the pain. Living in Philadelphia I saw things no kid should see. I lost people I loved including my brother to gun violence and that pain turned into more anger, more emptiness, and more bad decisions that started getting me into illegal trouble.

I became a father while battling my depression as I was learning to become a parent and kept trying to block it all out by smoking w**d instead of healing. On the outside I looked fine, on the inside I was broken.

One day I woke up and decided to face my real life problems. I stopped smoking. I started going to the gym and on February 7th, I chose to bring God back into my life. Through everything I survived I realized God had been carrying me even when I didn’t acknowledge Him and wasn’t praying for years. God never left me even in my darkest moments.

Today I’m not perfect but I’m aware, I’m healing , and I’m present. I’m a father who wants to break generational cycles. I’m a man learning how to face pain instead of numbing it. My past doesn’t define me, it refined me.

If I can change, anyone can. It’s never too late. 🙏🏽❤️✝️

Knocking These Goals Out In Private, You’ll See Me When It’s Time 🔋🫡💎

U cant trust everything you see even salt look like sugar

Merry Christmas you filthy animals 🎄

They say it gets easier over time but it don’t. 7 years later and it still feel like the day I got that call. Everytime Gianni see my chain he says “that’s uncle” I get the chills and I tear up. Everytime I see ur face on my chain in the mirror I get a flashback of that phone call that afternoon. Even when I drive and see the tatt on my hand it makes me think about how ur really not here wit us no more. It’s just something I battle everyday. It’s times ur in my dreams and I wake up and it hits me that ur not here all over again. I made Gianni middle name ur name so it will live on forever. I show him ur pictures all the time and explain to him that ur in heaven nd that one day yall will meet. It’s not a day that go by that u don’t pop up in my mind. Miss u so much lil bro this s**t still don’t feel real. They say in Philly a lot don’t make it to 18 nd it’s really true we lost u when u were 17. U and ur mom did not deserve this. Everyday I try not to over think about the situation but it’s hard cuz it’s so many question I have. It changed me in so many ways. It made me angry. They say don’t question god but not going to lie I do. I ask god all the time y it had to be yall I wonder how life would be if it never happened. I think about the bond u and Gianni would of had. I know he would have loved u to death and the energy u had. I look at Zay, Don, Pops, Nina, and the rest of the fam and see how much this affected the family everyday life. I see the pain this situation brought us especially around this time of the year cuz u love the holidays nd love spending time with the family but u went out like a soldier I can only respect that. I will forever miss ur crazy self as well Candy. It’s so many good times we had and I always appreciated how u never treated me different u treated me like I was ur own kid nd I will forever be grateful for that. Anywhere u went I wanted to go with u. I know it would always be a great time with u even if we just went to the corner store real fast. I know yall gone physically but I know yall here spiritually. Yall are truly missed. Keep watching over G and I and I will keep making yall proud 🕊️💔🫶🏽