Fitness was a crucial part of my life at a young age. I didn’t come from the best environment growing up, so I channeled most of my adolescent years into sports. I had a lot of frustrations as a child, and my outlet was always some form of physical activity. It wasn’t until I graduated college after playing five years of NCAA basketball that I realized how much fitness began to save my life.
Before I graduated from college, I was in an extremely abusive relationship. The toxicity lead me to hate myself, hate people around me, and to dwell on what I thought my imperfections were, to the point where I was significantly and dangerously underweight. I began to suffer from depression and anxiety. I could barely get out of bed, I had zero motivation, I cut everything and everyone off around me, and I began to dislike everything about myself.