Hi, I’m Yasir Abbas. And this is my story.
I’m just a regular guy trying to find his way back. I’m not here to sell you a polished version of myself. I’m not chasing applause or selling inspiration. I don’t even have degrees, titles, or credentials. I just got tired of pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t. This is not my comeback story. It’s my rebuild, honest and unfinished, still in progress.
For a long time, I kept falling into the same patterns. I’d make plans, then ignore them. I’d tell myself I’d fix things tomorrow, but tomorrow kept turning into next week, next month, next year. I slipped into bad habits, lost my health, and let go of things that mattered. I got overweight, out of breath, addicted to comfort, angry, selfish, lost in my own head. I pushed people away. And I kept pretending it was all fine.
I played tough. Said I didn’t care. Hid behind screens and noise – anything to drown the truth. But I cared more than I admitted. I just didn’t know how to face the truth without breaking down.
Over time, that comfort became poison. It wore me down, quietly but completely. Diabetes, high blood pressure, and constant fatigue became my new normal. I was carrying the consequences of years of neglect, and it was heavy.
And in all of this, I wasn’t just letting myself down but I was failing the people around me. My wife. My children. My mother. I lost my father a couple of years ago, and after that, I felt even more pressure to step up. To be the one they could count on. But I didn’t. I disappeared into my own mess instead. I stayed quiet, told myself I’d sort it out eventually but I didn’t. I let them down, again and again.
When everything finally collapsed, it was just a slow realization that I’d made a mess of things. I looked at myself and saw someone I couldn’t respect. Someone I didn’t want to be.
Now, I’m just trying to rebuild. I don’t have a formula or a plan that guarantees anything. I just know I don’t want to keep living like I was. I tried fixing it again and again. I experimented with different routines, goals, promises to myself. Nothing stuck. I’d crash, reset, repeat. And it felt like maybe this was just how life would be.
When I stopped performing for the world and quietly anchored my broken path before someone I now look to with deep reverence, something within me shifted. There were no grand declarations. Just a whispered vow in the silence of my soul to give myself one full year to rebuild, with him as my witness.
Since then, I rise and fall like the tide, but I return, drawn by his remembrance like a moth to flame. And each time I return, I burn a little less with shame and a little more with purpose.
I chose to document it here not because I’ve figured it out, but because I want to hold myself accountable. Writing helps me stay clear. And maybe, along the way, something I share here might help someone else who’s also stuck, doubting themselves, but not ready to give up.
This site isn’t about success. It’s about showing up and doing the real work that no one sees. No shortcuts, no noise. Just the daily fight to become who I’m meant to be.
To understand what I’m working on right now, visit the What I’m Doing Now page. The goals I’ve committed to are listed on the Reckoning List. For a breakdown of key turning points and shifts in my journey, explore the Timeline. And if you’re looking for deeper reflections and personal essays, head over to the Blog.
Yasir Abbas 