deviL

And You’ll Know All About This… If You’ve Lived.

There’s a certain kind of person who gets this straight away.

You read that word — deviL —

and you don’t just see “devil.”

You see the L at the end.

You see what it really means.

You’ve lived.

And if you’ve lived — like really lived —

then you’ve met the devil.

Maybe not with horns.

But in the form of:

• A bottle you swore you’d stop picking up.
• A toxic relationship that nearly killed your spirit.
• Nights you can’t remember.
• Anxiety you couldn’t explain.
• Days where you hated yourself.
• And moments you truly thought, “I can’t do this anymore.”

The devil isn’t always in religion.

Sometimes it’s in repetition.

The devil is addiction.

The devil is avoidance.

The devil is staying small, quiet, broken, numb.

And the devil?

It shows up in a million disguises:

Wine bottles, TikTok scrolls, fake friendships, late-night texts you wish you never sent.

But here’s the part no one tells you:

If you’ve met the devil — and lived — you’re dangerous now.

Because now, you’ve seen hell.

And survived it.

You’ve crawled out of burning chaos with ash in your lungs and a spark in your eye.

You’ve felt the weight of your own rock bottom… and stood back up.

And that’s when the devil loses.

Because deviL — flipped — means 

you f*cking LIVED.

Not perfectly.

Not politely.

But honestly. Raw. Awake. Alive.

You made it out.

You made it through.

And now you’re building a life that the devil doesn’t get to enter.

Not this time.

Not ever again.

This brand? This blog? This moment?

It’s for the ones who made it back from the fire.

For the ones who:

• Quit drinking
• Left the narcissist
• Threw out the vape
• Blocked the ex
• Faced the truth
• Chose peace
• Started over
• Lived.

You’ll know all about this if you’ve lived.

And if you haven’t?

Don’t worry.

When you do…

you’ll understand the L too.