A switch flipped in my brain.
I spent endless nights awake — insomnia became routine. One by one, I started dropping bad habits. I had to.
I wanted to give the world my true 100%.
I locked in on a design. I was hesitant… but it spoke to me. I got it made, wore it out, and the reaction was instant. Heads turned. Momentum built.
Perfection became my obsession — no shortcuts, no half-effort. Just pure focus.
My first studio shoot.
I started planning, organising, crafting every piece with intention. I refused to cut corners.
By then, I had a team — people who saw what I saw. The word was spreading.
The first time I stepped into that studio, I felt it.
This was me.
This was us.
This was Toxic Truths.
At the time of writing, I’m 38 days out from drop day. Halloween — but not for me, not this year.
I feel like I’m running out of time… but I know I’ve got this.
I’m ready.
This is just the beginning of the Toxic Truths journey.