By Coach T/ Big Topic

I didn’t just wake up one day and decide to become “Coach T.” I survived hell first.

I was raised in chaos. My father was in prison, and I didn’t see him until I was 11 — only to lose him to the system again. My childhood was marked by pain I couldn’t explain. I was beaten, silenced, and sexually assaulted by a cousin before I ever had the words to process what was happening. One day, one of those beatings from my mother got so bad, the police stepped in. I was removed from the home.

By 19, I was on my own broken, bitter, and just trying to survive. I turned to the streets. Stripping. Drinking. Drugs. Friends that weren’t friends. I wasn’t trying to live I was trying to escape.

Then came the abuse. I’ve had a gun to my face. Twice. One time was two days before Christmas. Another time was outside, in front of everybody with my child’s father, who I stayed with for seven years, thinking love could fix what trauma had destroyed.

I’ve been evicted. I’ve lost jobs. I’ve had my car repossessed. I’ve been to the psych ward more than once. First time, I was a child. I told my mom I had been cutting myself. Her response? Silence. The second time, I was an adult… and I almost didn’t make it.

I attempted suicide. Over 50 stab wounds to my own legs. Pills. Painkillers. I laid in a bathtub, underwater, dying as my aunt pulled me out and my baby watched. I could hear the sirens. I could hear them trying Narcan. But my body wasn’t responding. I could see the hospital lights. I could feel them give me an I.O. in my leg just to wake me up. When I finally opened my eyes, I was no longer the same. And somehow… still not fully healed.

I tried music. I signed a deal in 2023 thinking it was my breakthrough. But instead of a contract, I entered a trap. Threats. Trauma. A household full of manipulation. What looked like love was control. What looked like opportunity was slavery.

I cried out in distress while the label’s wife held me in a way that felt more like restraint than comfort and her husband was blocking the doorway during it all, threatening me, using fear and control to trap me. I was in their home, isolated, feeling like a prisoner instead of an artist. Within three days of signing, I realized I had walked into something far more dangerous than a bad contract. It was spiritual warfare.

I was trying to change my life and people online mocked me. They didn’t know I was trying to find God while still fighting demons. They didn’t know I was trying to make it to heaven with my child by my side. They just knew how to judge.

But through all of it, I never stopped searching. And then I met Boo. A stranger on the internet now my best friend. We’ve never met in person, but her love was real. Her faith helped restore mine. She reminded me I was still here for a reason. And that Jesus still had room for people like me.

So I gave my pain to God.

I gave my trauma to Jesus.

And I told Him… “Do whatever You want with it.”

Now here I am — building Cash Cow Hub. Writing eBooks. Creating courses. Coaching others. Speaking life into women and men who’ve been abused, betrayed, addicted, or just tired of pretending they’re okay.

This isn’t just a business. This is my healing. This is my purpose. And now it’s your space too.

✝️ Need Healing? Let’s Talk.

I offer a free breakthrough session for anyone who needs it no pressure, no judgment, just a safe space to talk. And if you’re not ready to talk but need a quick prayer or guidance, you can still reach out.

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You don’t have to carry it all alone.

Coach T | Cash Cow Hub

Helping you turn your pain into purpose and your truth into treasure.

Sometimes survival is the testimony.

You might feel like you're holding on by a thread. Maybe you're tired of fighting battles no one else sees. Maybe you’re wondering if God forgot your name. But if you’re reading this you’re still breathing. And that breath? That’s purpose. That’s proof. That’s grace.

📖 Scripture

Lamentations 3:22–23 (NIV)

“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”

God didn’t bring you this far to leave you. You are not alive by accident. You didn’t wake up today because the alarm went off — you woke up because mercy tapped you on the shoulder and said, “We’re not done.”

💔 The Truth You Needed to Hear

You’ve been through so much. People who should’ve protected you left you exposed. You’ve cried in silence, smiled through storms, and begged God for answers that never seemed to come. But hear this loud:

You were chosen for this fight because there’s glory on the other side of it.

This isn’t punishment it’s preparation.

This isn’t the end it’s the press before the promise.

And your life still matters, even when it doesn’t feel like it.

Stop counting yourself out when God has already called you in. He’s not finished writing your story so don’t you dare close the book.

🙏🏽 Prayer

God, I’m tired. I don’t always understand why I’m still here or what You want from me, but I thank You for not letting go. When I wanted to give up, You kept me. When I was numb, You still covered me. Remind me that breath means purpose. Help me trust that every day You wake me up, You still have a plan for me. I’m not forgotten. I’m not too broken. And I’m not too far gone. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

🕊️ Don’t Give Up Yet.

If you feel like no one gets it, I do. And so does God.

My full testimony is up now and if you need a breakthrough, I offer free first sessions to help you breathe again.