06/09/2025
Some days, it doesn’t even feel like I’m living in the same world I knew five years ago. It’s as if the world turned inside out — like I got clean, and in doing so, the world took my place chasing dopamine.
The level of faith it has taken to get here is nothing short of miraculous. And still, each day, I find myself trusting in God for my daily bread. I started a company with little more than an idea and a vision — not a roadmap or GPS coordinates, just a quiet conviction of True North within me and the will to keep walking. I kept going far past the point where, in the past, I would have folded at the first sign of adversity.
Back then, I would have abandoned my aspirations in pursuit of a fleeting fantasy — a fix for the flesh and the ego — only to be left hollow, ashamed, and alone. Because once, I was that boy: chasing impossible dreams, naive to the coldness of a self-serving world. I sought approval and mistook it for love. I sought attention and mistook it for affection.
All of these false perceptions were born from my refusal to face the truth — choosing instead to reshape reality to fit the distorted logic that helped me sleep at night, even while I lived shackled to addiction.
But faith — faith was the key that unlocked the cell. It was the crying out, the relentless knocking, the desperate asking — that led me to the path, that revealed the truth, that brought me back to life.
Nicholas Warnke
