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The Sober Sessions, Boston, MA (2025)

04/26/2025

Your life isn’t yours if you’re always living it for someone else’s approval.

If every move you make is filtered through “what will they think?”
You’re not living.
You’re performing.
You’re a puppet tied to the opinions of people who wouldn’t last a day in your shoes.

You don’t need everyone to like you.
You need to like yourself.

Because trying to please everyone?
That’s the fastest way to abandon yourself.
You shrink.
You second-guess.
You hold back your truth, your fire, your calling—so you don’t make waves.

But here’s the reality:

You will always be “too much” for someone.
Too loud. Too soft. Too real. Too raw.
And that’s fine—you’re not here to be digestible.
You’re here to be authentic.
And that offends people who are still lying to themselves.

So the question isn’t: what do they think of me?
The real question is: what do I think of myself when I’m alone with the mirror?

That answer is everything.

So live. Loudly.
Speak. Boldly.
Be. Fully.
And let them talk. Let them gossip. Let them judge.

Because the second you stop giving a damn what they think—you finally get your life back.

— j. anthony |

04/26/2025

Until it’s done, tell no one.

Move in silence.
Build in the dark.
Let the results speak louder than your mouth ever could.

Because the second you start talking,
people start doubting,
questioning,
projecting their fear onto your vision.

Protect your peace.
Protect your process.

Let them wonder what you’re up to—
until it’s too loud to ignore.

No validation.
No previews.
Just focus.
Work.
Ex*****on.

The next time they hear about it?
It’ll already be done.

— j. anthony |

04/26/2025

Be thankful for the people who spoke to the winner in you before you started winning.

Before the glow-up.
Before the comeback.
Before the followers, the milestones, the applause—They saw you when you didn’t even see yourself.

When you were still in the dirt.
Still doubting.
Still broken.
Still bleeding from battles you hadn’t even figured out how to fight yet.

And they didn’t speak to your struggle—they spoke to your potential.
To the fire under the ashes.
To the warrior in the wreckage.
To the future you that was still crawling out of the dark.

That kind of love?
That kind of belief?
It’s rare.

Most people wait until you win to cheer.
They wait until it’s obvious.
Until it’s safe to support you.
Until it makes them look good.

But those few?
They were clapping when you were just surviving.
They were speaking life into your name when no one knew it.
They didn’t see you as a mess—they saw you as a miracle in progress.

And that?
That’s sacred.

So when you finally get there—when the wins come, when the tables turn—don’t you forget who believed before it was cool. Who saw the winner before the world did.

That’s your circle.
That’s your tribe.
That’s your day one.

Be thankful.
Stay grounded.
And keep proving them right.

— j. anthony |

04/26/2025

Nobody watches you harder than the people who hate your confidence.
Good. Give them a show.

Let them sit front row.
Let them study your moves.
Let them gossip, copy, criticize, choke on their own bitterness.

Because their hate?
It’s proof you’re doing something right.

Confidence exposes insecurity.
When you walk in owning your space,
loving yourself without asking for permission,
moving like you belong in every damn room you enter—it triggers every small, scared, fragile ego around you.

And that’s not your problem.
That’s their personal hell to wrestle with.

You didn't build yourself up just to shrink because somebody else can't stand the mirror you hold up.

Keep winning.
Keep leveling up.
Keep healing louder than their hate.
Smile bigger. Move smarter. Stay unbothered.

Because the ones hating the loudest?
They're just pi**ed they don't have the guts to become who you already are.

Give them a show they’ll never forget.
And never apologize for shining.

— j. anthony |

04/26/2025

The moment your gut says “no”—it’s a no.
Period.
You can unpack the details later.
You can analyze, overthink, journal about it, call a therapist—later.
But in the moment? Trust it.

Because your intuition is faster than logic.
It’s survival-level intelligence.
It’s the voice that kept you alive when you didn’t even know you were in danger.

That “something’s off” feeling?
That tension you can’t explain?
That’s not paranoia. That’s wisdom.

Your body feels what your brain hasn’t processed yet. Your spirit sees what your eyes haven’t caught up to.

And if you wait too long?
If you keep explaining away the feeling?
If you keep second-guessing yourself because you’re afraid of being "dramatic" or "overreacting"—you’ll end up paying a price you already knew you couldn't afford.

Listen to me:
The gut speaks first.
Pain speaks later.

Trust that first voice.
Trust that first chill up your spine.
Trust that sudden shift in the air you can’t explain but damn sure can feel.

Your gut doesn’t owe you a PowerPoint presentation.
It owes you protection.

If it says no—walk. Run. Leave.
Protect your peace and ask questions later.

Trust yourself.
You’re not crazy.
You’re intact.

— j. anthony |

04/26/2025

Manifest quietly.
You’ve never heard a tree grow.

Real growth?
It’s silent. It’s unseen. It’s underground first.

The roots dig deep before anything ever breaks the surface.
The foundation builds in darkness, in silence, while the world keeps spinning unaware.

That's how you move.
Not loud.
Not desperate for applause.
Not broadcasting every step like you need validation to keep breathing.

You grow when nobody’s clapping.
You grind when nobody’s watching.
You heal when nobody’s asking.
You stay locked in—because you know the fruit comes after the work, not during it.

The loudest ones usually aren't growing.
They're performing.
They're posting every move because deep down, they’re still unsure it’s real.

Real growth doesn’t beg for attention.
It demands respect—when it’s ready.

So manifest in silence.
Build in private.
Dream so big it terrifies you—and so quietly nobody knows it until it's undeniable.

Because when you finally bloom?
When that tree breaks through the soil,
strong, steady, rooted—they won't ask what you were doing all that time.
They’ll just stand there, staring, wondering how the hell you did it.

Answer?
You grew when they weren’t looking.

— j. anthony |

04/26/2025

Don’t lie about things people can verify. Like, what are we doing here? This isn’t 1995—this is the internet era. Everything is timestamped, recorded, reposted, and replayed. Your words? They don’t vanish. Your stories? They don’t live in a vacuum. If it can be checked, it will be.

So why lie?
Why build a house on sand when you know the tide’s coming? It’s not just about being wrong—it’s about being willfully fake in a world that’s starving for real.

And here’s the real kicker: People can handle your flaws. They can handle your failures. What they can’t handle? Being made a fool. You lie about something they can verify? You’re not just lying—you’re betting their intelligence is too low to catch you. You’re disrespecting their awareness. And that kind of arrogance? It burns bridges that won’t be rebuilt.

Trust isn’t something you just get because you sound convincing. It’s earned in the moments where you could’ve lied—but didn’t. It’s built in the times when the truth cost you something—and you said it anyway. You know what that creates? Reputation. Integrity. Weight behind your words.

Because let me tell you something—You can’t build anything real on fake s**t. Whether it’s relationships, leadership, business, or healing—truth is the foundation. And if your character can’t survive honesty, then your character ain’t real.

You can flex online all day. But when reality pulls the curtain back? All that fake tough-guy energy disappears. What’s left is the truth. And the truth has a way of walking in when the lies get too loud.

So here’s a rule to live by:
If it can be proven, don’t twist it.
If it happened, own it.
If it didn’t, don’t say it did.

Because the second someone realizes you lied about something they could prove? You’re done. It doesn’t matter how powerful your message is, how good your intentions were—your word just lost weight. And in this world, your word is everything.

So either speak the truth and walk like you mean it…
Or stay quiet and let your actions talk for you.

Because respect built on lies is respect that doesn’t last.

— j. anthony |

04/26/2025

You won’t see it for what it is, until you stop looking through the lens of what you want it to be.

That’s the trap.
We get so attached to the potential—what we hoped it would be,
what we needed it to be—that we ignore what it’s actually doing to us.

We romanticize red flags.
We justify disrespect.
We replay the good moments like a highlight reel,
just so we don’t have to face the full picture.

But let’s get real for a second—potential doesn’t pay your peace.
Hope doesn’t fix patterns.
And feelings don’t change facts.

It’s like wearing broken glasses.
You can’t see straight, but you swear you’re fine—until you take them off,
and suddenly everything’s clear.

Sometimes it’s not love.
It’s attachment.
It’s fear.
It’s comfort in the chaos because chaos is all you’ve known.
But that’s not love.
That’s trauma clinging to something familiar.

You’ve gotta stop chasing what it could be—and start facing what it actually is.
Is it feeding your soul or draining it?
Is it building you up or breaking you down?
Are you growing—or just stuck in place, calling it loyalty?

Clarity doesn’t come when you're desperate.
It comes when you're honest.
And honesty means asking the hard questions:
“Is this real? Or am I just afraid to let it go?”

Stop squinting at the truth hoping it’ll look prettier.
Sometimes the thing you want the most
is the very thing that’s keeping you from becoming who you’re meant to be.

So take the lens off.
See it for what it is.
Not what you wish it was.
Not what it used to be.
But what it is—right now.

That’s when freedom begins.

— j. anthony |

04/26/2025

Cutting someone off isn’t petty. It’s protection.
We’re so conditioned to “keep the peace” that we forget we’re allowed to have peace.
And sometimes the only way to get it?
Is to remove the person causing the chaos.

It doesn’t matter how long you’ve known them.
It doesn’t matter if they share your blood.
Time doesn’t excuse toxicity.
And DNA doesn’t guarantee loyalty.

If they keep disrespecting you, draining you, manipulating you, cutting them off isn’t a betrayal—it’s a damn act of self-preservation.

You’re not cold. You’re not heartless.
You’re healing.
You’re finally learning to say:
“I matter too.”

Because here’s the hard truth—you can’t grow around people who benefit from your brokenness.
You can’t stay clean around people who live in the mud.
And you sure as hell can’t build a future with people who keep you chained to your past.

Cutting someone off is not about hate.
It’s about choosing your mental health over history.
Your peace over pretending.
Your freedom over familiarity.

Yeah, it’s hard.
You’ll question it at night.
You’ll remember the good moments.
But don’t forget the pain they caused,
the energy they stole,
the nights you cried,
the way they made you feel small when all you wanted was connection.

This isn’t about revenge.
This is about release.

Because you can't heal in the same environment that broke you.
You can't grow in a garden where everything around you is dying.

And if people get mad that you finally chose yourself?
Let them.
That’s not your guilt to carry anymore.

This is your season of silence.
Your season of elevation.
And not everyone can come with you.

So cut the cord. Burn the bridge. Walk away.
Not out of hate—But because peace is expensive.
And some people are just too damn costly to keep around.

— j. anthony |

04/26/2025

The black sheep is sometimes the only one telling the truth.

The outcast.
The rebel.
The one they label “too sensitive,” “too angry,” “too much.”
But really?
They’re just the one who stopped pretending.

In a family, a system, a culture built on denial,
the truth-teller always looks like the problem.

They see the dysfunction.
They name the trauma.
They call out the cycles everyone else’s pretending don’t exist.
And because they won’t stay quiet—they get pushed out.

Not because they’re wrong—but because their truth threatens the comfort of those still lying to themselves.

The black sheep isn’t broken.
They’re awake.
They’re the one who said,
“This ends with me.”
And that kind of courage?
It’s lonely. It’s heavy. But it’s necessary.

Because every healed family, every transformed legacy, starts with one person who was willing to be the outsider. The cycle breaker.
The one who got called dramatic, difficult, even crazy—for finally telling the truth everyone else was too afraid to say out loud.

So if that’s you?
Wear it. Own it. Lead with it.

You’re not the black sheep.
You’re the blueprint.

— j. anthony |

04/26/2025

No one tells you how hard it is to rewire your brain…
To actually let good things happen after a lifetime of bracing for the worst.

When you’ve been shaped by trauma, conditioned by betrayal, and trained by survival—you don’t just receive blessings. You question them.

You wait for the catch.
You expect the crash.
You look at love and think: what’s the motive?
You look at peace and think: how long until it disappears?

Because pain rewires your nervous system.
It teaches you that “good” is temporary,
that trust is dangerous,
that rest is a setup.

So when blessings come?
When good people show up?
When life finally starts to soften?
You flinch.

Not because you’re ungrateful.
Not because you don’t want it.
But because your trauma-trained mind still whispers,
“Don’t fall for it. You know how this ends.”

But here’s the truth:

It doesn’t have to end like before.
Not this time.
Not with who you are now.
You’ve done the work. You’ve faced the fire.
And you deserve to feel something other than fear.

Blessings exist.
Good people exist.
A softer life exists.

But here’s the hard part—you have to let it happen.

You have to allow it.
Receive it.
Sit in it without sabotaging it.
Without running.
Without apologizing for finally catching a break.

You survived hell.
Don’t talk yourself out of heaven.

— j. anthony |

04/26/2025

Manipulators love to play the victim in a problem they created.

They’ll light the fire, watch you burn, then cry because the smoke's in their eyes.

It’s textbook.
They gaslight you, twist the facts, rewrite the narrative—and somehow, you’re the villain in the story they wrote.

They poke.
They prod.
They push you to your limit—then when you finally snap, they point the finger and say, “See? This is what I’ve been dealing with!”

Classic manipulation.
They don’t want accountability.
They want control.
And nothing gives them more power than flipping the script—making you question your memory, your sanity, your truth.

But not anymore.
You see it now.
The pattern.
The playbook.
The performance.

And the best move you’ll ever make?
Stop explaining.
Stop defending.
Stop fixing what you didn’t break.

Let them play victim.
Let them scream into the echo chamber of their own lies.
You’ve got healing to do.
Peace to protect.
And time you’ll never waste proving your side to someone who already knows the truth—and just doesn’t care.

Real ones don’t need to manipulate.
They own their s**t.

So walk away.
Let the manipulator tell their story.

You’re too busy writing your comeback.

— j. anthony |

04/25/2025

To anyone who’s lost someone they love, I need you to hear me out.

Grief doesn’t leave.
It doesn’t fade because a certain amount of time passed.
It doesn’t disappear because you smiled today or laughed at something yesterday.

It becomes a part of you.

And the hardest lesson?
It’s not learning how to live without them.
It’s learning how to live with the love they left behind.

It’s carrying them in the small things:
The jokes you still hear them laughing at.
The advice that still plays in your mind when life gets heavy.
The warmth you feel out of nowhere—like they’re sitting right beside you, reminding you, “You’re not alone.”

You don’t get over it.
You carry it.
You honor it.

You live for them.
You build for them.
You heal for them—because you know damn well if they were still here,
they’d be rooting for your rise, not your destruction.

Their love didn’t die.
Their energy didn’t evaporate.
It moved inside you. It became part of your fire now.

So when the world feels empty—when the grief comes swinging again like it just happened yesterday—remember: you’re not living without them. You’re living with them, differently.

And every step you take forward,
every breath you fight to take when it hurts like hell—
is proof that love is stronger than death.

Carry them.
Build something beautiful for them.
And never forget:
they’re still right here—in every beat of your heart that refuses to quit.

Much Love, Y'all 💜 Goodnight.

— j. anthony |

04/25/2025

Alone, watching the world go by…
I see it. I feel it.
And for the first time, I understand it.

The quiet struggles people hide behind their smiles.
The pain in their eyes they think nobody notices.
The heaviness in their chest they’ve trained themselves to carry like it’s nothing.
The trauma wrapped in routine.
The grief disguised as grind.
The heartbreak dressed up as “I’m fine.”

Everyone’s fighting something.
Some battle you’ll never see.
Some weight they’ve gotten used to shouldering in silence.

And the scariest part?
Most of them are so good at pretending—you’d never know they’re barely holding on.

I sit in the stillness.
I watch the world scroll, laugh, filter, pose, perform—but behind the eyes?
It’s war.

And I get it.
Because I’ve been there.
I am there.

Alone doesn’t scare me anymore.
Lying to myself does.
Pretending I’m okay when I’m not does.
Watching people lose themselves while trying to look strong—that hurts.

So if you’re reading this… drop the mask.
Feel it.
Speak it.
Heal it.

Because even if no one else sees your struggle—I do.

And I know the strength it takes to smile while breaking.

— j. anthony |

04/25/2025

When I stop caring...I really stop caring.
And that’s the last place you ever want to be with me.

See, when I care?
I give chances.
I explain myself.
I overextend. I apologize. I try—sometimes too damn much.

But when the switch flips?
When the line’s crossed one too many times?
It’s game over.

No yelling.
No drama.
Just silence.
Just distance.
Just a version of me that’s completely unavailable—mentally, emotionally, spiritually.

Because here’s the truth—you don’t lose me when I’m angry.
You lose me when I go numb.

When I don’t respond.
When your chaos doesn’t shake me anymore.
When the energy is dead and I don’t even want to resurrect the conversation.

That’s the part people don’t understand—I don’t beg. I don’t chase. I don’t convince.

So if I stopped caring, just know—I cared way too long before that.
And now? I’m done.

— j. anthony |

04/25/2025

Stick to the plan.
You knew it wasn’t gonna be easy.

You didn’t start this journey because it was convenient.
You started because the old life was killing you.
Because staying where you were felt like slow death.
Because you knew deep down: this ain’t it.

So now that it’s hard?
Now that it’s quiet?
Now that it’s testing every ounce of discipline you’ve got—you’re thinking about quitting?

Nah.
This is the part you signed up for.

The sweat.
The setbacks.
The self-doubt.
The moments where nobody claps and nobody cares except you.

You knew it wouldn’t be pretty.
You knew it wouldn’t come quick.
But you also knew what was on the other side of this pain:
Freedom. Peace. Power. Purpose.

So yeah, it’s hard.
But it’s worth it.
And every time you stay locked in—when everything in you wants to bail—you’re proving that the old you is gone.
Dead and buried.

This is the rebuild.
This is the climb.
This is the cost of becoming someone you don’t have to run from.

Stick to the plan.
Eyes up.
Head down.
Keep swinging.
Finish what you started.

— j. anthony |

04/25/2025

Real freedom isn’t about money.
It isn’t about fame.
It isn’t about followers, fast cars, or fat bank accounts.

Real freedom is waking up and knowing you don't owe your soul to anybody.

It’s being able to walk away from anything or anyone that costs you your peace. It’s making decisions based on your gut, your purpose, your calling—not out of fear, not out of obligation, not out of survival mode.

Real freedom is being able to say:
"I don’t have to impress you.
I don’t have to beg you.
I don’t have to explain myself to you."

Freedom is discipline.
Freedom is ownership.
Freedom is responsibility.

Because the brutal truth is—
you can't be free if you’re a slave to your cravings, your addictions, your insecurities, or your comfort zone.

You can't be free if you need constant validation.
You can't be free if you can't tell yourself no.
You can't be free if your self-worth depends on someone else clapping for you.

Real freedom is when your mind, your habits, your soul, and your time belong to YOU again.

Not to your trauma.
Not to your boss.
Not to your past.
Not to the opinions of people who never built a damn thing in their lives.

Freedom is when your "yes" is sacred and your "no" is final.

When you trust yourself enough to walk away from anything that feels wrong, even if it’s comfortable.
When you choose growth over popularity.
When you chase purpose instead of applause.

That’s when you’re dangerous.
That’s when you’re unstoppable.
That’s when you’re untouchable.

You want real freedom?

Free yourself from needing approval.
Free yourself from fear.
Free yourself from excuses.
Free yourself from the old story that says you're not enough.

Own your time.
Own your energy.
Own your damn life.

Because that’s real freedom.
And nobody can hand it to you.
You have to take it. 💜

— j. anthony |

04/25/2025

“I don’t care if it’s lonely at the top.
It was lonely at the bottom too.”

Let that sink in.

Because the truth is—pain doesn’t disappear just because you stay broke, stuck, or small.
You think staying where you are will keep you comfortable?
You think not leveling up means you’ll be more accepted, more supported, more loved?

Nah. You were already lonely when you were drowning.

Lonely when you were broke.
Lonely when you were spiraling.
Lonely when you were the punchline, not the headline.
So why the hell wouldn’t you climb?

Why not rise anyway?

If loneliness is part of the price—
then let me be alone with peace, alone with power, alone with purpose.
Because at least now I’m building.
At least now I’m healing.
At least now I look in the mirror and respect the person staring back.

People love to say, “It’s lonely at the top” like that’s supposed to scare you.
But they don’t tell you how soul-crushing it is at the bottom.
When you’re surrounded by people who don’t believe in themselves—
let alone you.

So yeah, I’ll take the solitude.
I’ll take the silence.
Because up here, I can breathe.

And guess what?
Lonely at the top still beats invisible at the bottom.

— j. anthony |

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