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07/07/2025

He saw the ink on my arms and asked.
I told him the truth—about the scars, the su***de attempts, the music that kept me alive.

And then he said:

“I tried to take my life recently... but I picked up a guitar.”

That moment?
That was a transmission.
Pain recognized pain.
And we didn’t look away.

I hugged him.
And he broke.

Men are dying in silence.
I'm done pretending this is just about content.
This is about keeping people alive.

📡 This is Raw Transmission.
For the ones still here.
For the ones who haven’t said it out loud yet.
For the ones who need to know they’re not f**king alone.

👇 Full blog + real talk:
🎧 RawTransmission.com

📞 Call or text 988. Don’t wait.
🖤 Share this with one man who needs it.

***deAwareness

https://rawtransmission.com/raw-dispatch/f/this-wasn%E2%80%99t-just-a-delivery-it-was-a-moment-that-saved-us-both

07/07/2025

🏚️ I was just doing deliveries…
Driving past houses with gates, brick towers, and porches bigger than my living room.

And I thought:
Where did I go wrong?

I’ve worked hard. I’ve stayed loyal. I’ve rebuilt myself after trauma.
My wife and I are middle class—but we’re still struggling.

So I wrote about it.
I wrote about the quiet question most of us never say out loud:

➤ Are we ever really meant to get ahead?
➤ Or is this whole thing built to keep us running in place?

If you’ve ever asked that, this blog is for you.

💥 Read it now — “Do We Ever Really Get Ahead?”

👊 This one is for the people who deliver, build, raise, and hustle… and still feel behind.

This is Raw Transmission.

https://rawtransmission.com/raw-dispatch/f/do-we-ever-really-get-ahead

07/06/2025

I’m getting ready to drop this blog today but wanted to share something with you.

🛒 It was supposed to be just a delivery.
But when he saw the ink on my arms, he didn’t see a shopper—he saw a mirror.

He asked. I answered.
Su***de scars. Music. Survival. The whole damn truth.

Then he told me he tried too.
Said he just picked up a guitar, trying to feel something again. He said his wife was his biggest supporter. I felt this deep because of Amanda and her grace so it felt so close to home it was undeniable.

I offered him a hug.
Not a metaphor. Not a pitch. A real, human hug.
Man-to-man. No mask.

And I watched his eyes well up like he hadn’t been seen in years.

I didn’t care about the clock.
I cared that he left that moment knowing he wasn’t alone.

📡 This is bigger than groceries. Bigger than content.
This is Raw Transmission.

If you’re struggling, this is your sign:
You. Are. Not. Alone.
💻 RawTransmission.com
🎙️ Music. Truth. Chaos.

07/04/2025

Truth. Chaos. Rebuild.
Step into the movement that’s redefining music and storytelling.
🌐 rawtransmission.com
🗣️ Amplify the voices they tried to silence.

https://rawtransmission.com/raw-dispatch

07/02/2025

🎙️ Episode 1: Voices from the Tunnel

📍 Filmed deep in Moonville, Ohio.
Two broken men. One haunted place. A podcast that doesn’t hold back.

This episode is ONLY available on RawTransmission.com — not YouTube, not Spotify, nowhere else.

🔥 Men’s mental health
🧠 Grit. Growth. Breakdown.
🎧 Truth. Chaos. Rebuild.

👇 Hit play. Let the silence break.

06/23/2025

🧨 What happens when the one holding it all together… finally breaks?

Not in front of you. Not in pieces.

But in silence. Behind doors. In the dark.

This one’s for the “strong ones.” The ones who carried, endured, swallowed pain raw…

Until the cracks started talking back.

Read it. Feel it. Share it.

The breakdown doesn’t always look like screaming or punching walls.

06/18/2025

🎙️ MFP is moving different this season.
We’ve been quiet. But that silence? It was the build-up before the breakthrough.

Something’s shifting—
🩸 A raw podcast that doesn’t care about your filters.
🧠 A blog series that rips the bandages off.
🔥 A lifestyle line that redefines what it means to survive, lead, and feel.
🧱 And a few things we’re not even gonna say yet… but you’ll feel it when it hits.

This isn’t just content.
It’s a movement stitched together by chaos, truth, healing, and grit.

💣 Stay close. Stay real.

06/17/2025

You ever stub your toe and suddenly remember every bad decision you’ve ever made?

🧠 That’s trauma memory.
🎯 That’s your nervous system saying, “Hey champ, remember 1998? Thought we forgot? Nah.”

Did You Know?
The brain stores trauma like unsaved Word documents—randomly, chaotically, and always at the worst time.
You’re not broken—you’re just running Windows ’95 on a body built for war and a brain wired for survival.

So next time your anxiety hits you at 2am like a chainsaw in a bubble bath, remember:
You’re not crazy. You’re custom-built for the chaos.

Drink water. Breathe deep. And maybe… don’t text your ex.

06/12/2025

Two funerals. One shovel.
Whether it’s a breakup or a burial, grief doesn’t discriminate.
Read the latest from Raw Transmission—this one’s not for the faint of heart.
Link in bio. 🖤 https://rawtransmission.com/raw-dispatch/f/death-divorce-two-funerals-same-shovel

06/12/2025

💀 Two Funerals. Same Shovel.
Ever been through a breakup and felt like someone died?
That’s because something did.
We don’t talk enough about how divorce and death both bury pieces of us. Both demand grief. Both leave you standing there holding a shovel you never asked for.

This one’s raw, real, and it might hit where you didn’t know you were still bleeding.

🪦 Read it now:
👉 https://rawtransmission.com/raw-dispatch/f/death-divorce-two-funerals-same-shovel


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06/08/2025

“The Boy Who Carried Fire”
(A story of sacrifice, survival, and something close to manhood)

05/31/2025

🧠 On This Day – May 31st:

1889 – The Johnstown Flood hit like karma with a beer gut.
A bunch of rich dudes “forgot” to fix a damn dam.
Result?
2,200 dead, and a town underwater—because some Gilded Age golf bros didn’t want to spend money on maintenance.

💸 Moral of the story?
If the wealthy ignore the cracks in the dam, the rest of us drown.
Sound familiar?

So check your own damn floodgates.
Emotionally, financially, politically—
Because someone always says,

“It’ll be fine,”
right before everything floats away