It was around October 2013 when I moved back in with my parents and got a job at their factory when I realised I was a loser.

I was getting stoned and watching TV shows every day, smoked cigarettes, when I drank I got blind drunk, I ate junk food, I didn’t look after my body, all I cared about was getting fucked up and my best friend was the same way. I came to the realisation that all the confidence I once had, was the world having a big laugh at me, saying "I tricked ya! You thought you were cool but really you have nothing going for you and you are a loser!"

I became depressed and cried every day and the only thing I looked forward to was finishing work, getting drunk with my best buddy or getting stoned and watching TV shows. Pretty much doing anything to take my mind off how sorry and disappointed I was in myself.

After a few months, around my 25th birthday in March 2014 I realised was over it. I was over the same shit that was happening like getting wasted, forgetting shit, losing shit, feeling bad and apologising for the things I couldn't even remember doing. Things I had been doing for many years of travelling, snowboarding and partying, but only now, I realised it wasn’t fun anymore. After another night of fighting and drunk arguing with my best friend about god knows what, I wrote him a text message. It went something like this:

(Wednesday, March 19, 7:59pm) "Hey, I didn't mean to hit you so hard, I hope your head is ok. I also think I need to not see you for a while. I don't appreciate how you disrespected my Dad's property and abused me after I tried to apologise. I think it's best you not come this weekend (to my birthday party). I'll bring your mattress back on Sunday. Please don't try to contact me."

Actually it said exactly that (I just looked the message up on my phone), he didn't reply and didn't try to contact me. From that moment on, I made a decision that I was going to stop being a loser, take responsibility of my life and get healthy.

This is not the moment I decided to quit drinking alcohol, this is the moment I decided to change. Making the decision to stay away from my best friend was the hardest thing to do and I miss him (sometimes) to this day, but I knew that I had to do it if I wanted to get better and more importantly, I will NEVER miss the sad feeling of being a loser ever again!


Changing and taking responsibility of your life isn’t easy but it’s way fucking better than staying the same and making excuses for your shitty situation, shitty health, shitty job or your shitty life. Shitty as in loser, loser as in the opposite of a winner.


People will have different definitions of who is a winner and who isn’t. I haven’t really thought about it that much but for me, I supposed I would define winning as living life how you REALLY want and enjoying it!

People also have different definitions of who is a ‘loser’ and who is a 'winner'. What's yours?


Ask yourself: What do you REALLY want and how do you REALLY want to live your life?

The life you REALLY want is waiting for you to start living it...