My Resurrection Began on the Kitchen Floor

It was November 12th, 2023. A Sunday night. And I was on my kitchen floor.

Not stretching, not cleaning, but completely broken. It felt like my entire body had melted into a puddle of sorrow and despair.

Relentless, heaving sobs were the only thing that proved I was still breathing. My world had shattered.

In that moment, on the cold hardwood, I finally said the words I had been avoiding my entire life:

“God, I can’t do this on my own. I surrender.”

That was rock bottom. It was also the beginning of my resurrection.

The Man After the Breakdown

After that night, my days were a blur of coaching, working out, and non-stop, anxious thinking. I looked in the mirror and could barely recognize myself. I was a people-pleaser, constantly seeking validation from others for my own sense of worth. I was hiding who I truly was from the world for fear of being judged.

The gym had become a sanctuary, but it was a temporary one. It was the only place where I felt like I had some control when everything else was falling apart. But it wasn't a solution; it was a distraction.

The First Brave Choice

The morning after the breakdown, I made my first Brave Choice. It wasn’t a massive workout. It wasn’t a dramatic overhaul of my life.

It was reading the Bible.

I opened to 1 Kings Chapter 3, and the passage I read gave me the courage to keep going, to just do my best every single day, even if that meant only 1% improvement. It was a Brave Choice because it was an opportunity to do what I had been avoiding my entire life: to face myself.

I understood that I was being sent a mission disguised as a burden.

Stacking Brave Choices

That one choice became a system. I developed a morning routine: cold shower, breathwork, Bible, book, journal, coffee. This built order and structure, and more importantly, it built evidence that I could keep the promises I made to myself.

Accountability was key. Daily meditation, nightly prayer, and weekly therapy. I hired my dream coach, Cody McBroom, who became a mentor and supporter on my journey.

When I had setbacks—and I did—I learned to forgive myself. I gave myself grace instead of punishment. Berating myself wasn't going to move me forward, so I chose a different path.

The Transformation

Slowly but surely, my energy began to improve. I started to feel like myself again—the authentic Acusio. My relationships improved because I learned to set better boundaries.

The tangible results came, too. Over 12 months, I lost 10 pounds and dropped 8% body fat. For the first time in my life, I had visible abs.

But more importantly, when I look in the mirror now, I recognize the man looking back. He is the version of me I always knew was possible but was never sure how to build. He was forged in the fire of a breakdown and built by a series of brave choices.

Your journey back from your own floor doesn't have to be a guess. It can be a science. If you are ready to stop surviving and start rebuilding, the next brave choice is to ask for a guide.