Suicide prevention speaker Garet Hunt
Empower yourself with words of wisdom from suicide survivors like myself. Garet Hunt
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My Philosophy
As a Life Coach, I believe in guiding my clients towards discovering their own inner strength, resilience and wisdom. I believe everyone has the ability to create a fulfilling and meaningful life, and I am here to help you achieve that.
My Experience
I was 21, drowning in a darkness so thick I couldn’t see my own hands. Lost. A fool. No direction, no dreams—just a hollow shell stumbling through a life I didn’t want. That void wasn’t quiet—it screamed. And one day, I listened. I took a .22 Savage, pressed it right between my eyes, and pulled the trigger. That bullet punched through my brain one and a half times, a violent echo of everything I’d let myself become. I should’ve been dead—lights out, story over. But I wasn’t. I sank into a sedated coma for two weeks, trapped in a hospital bed for a month and a half, a ghost in a body that wouldn’t quit. The doctors, called me a miracle, then handed me seven medications like chains to keep me tethered to that black hole. I refused. They said I shouldn’t be alive—so why live like I was still gone?
That darkness didn’t let go easy. The depression meds had numbed me, pushed me to that edge—maybe even loaded the gun. Seizure meds made sense with marijuana illegal in New York state, but I wasn’t about to let pills bury me deeper. I clawed my way out, one shaky step at a time. I started eating—not just to fill my stomach, but to fuel something new. I dragged myself to the gym, not knowing if I’d make it through the door. That bullet didn’t kill me—it cracked me open, and through those cracks, I found a flicker. A spark. A chance.
This isn’t just my shadow—it’s yours too. We’ve all got our dark nights—those moments where the world feels like it’s caving in, where hope’s a word we can’t even spell. Maybe it’s not a gun for you. Maybe it’s a failure, a loss, a whisper that says you’ll never be enough. I’m here to tell you: that’s not the end. I was a kid with no tomorrow, a soul swallowed whole, and I didn’t just crawl out—I learned to stand. To fight. To live. One day, that gym stopped being a battleground and became a sanctuary. Every bite of clean food stopped being a chore and started tasting like freedom. I’m lifting weights now, but I’m also lifting myself—higher than that darkness ever dreamed I could go.
Life doesn’t end in the shadows—it begins there. Every morning I wake up, I feel the sun on my face, and it’s not just light—it’s a promise. I’m not running from that bullet anymore—I’m running toward something better. You can too. You don’t need a near-death scream to wake up—you just need to open your eyes. Start small: one good meal, one walk, one moment where you choose yourself. The world isn’t here to break you—it’s here to watch you rise. I’ve been to the bottom, and I’m telling you, it’s not your home. Your heart’s still beating, your dreams are still waiting, and they’re brighter than you know.
So stand up—not because the dark demands it, but because the light invites you. Some days will still feel heavy—I’ve got scars that remind me of that. But then I step outside, breathe deep, and know: I’m alive. Not just surviving—thriving. Eating healthy isn’t a rule—it’s a gift. The gym isn’t a grind—it’s my playground. I’m proof you can fall into the abyss and climb out glowing. You don’t need a miracle handed to you—you are the miracle. Take that first step. Feel that spark. The darkness was my start, but this—this strength, this joy, this life—it’s my sunrise. Yours is waiting. Get up. The world’s ready to see you shine!!!
My Services
I offer one-on-one motivational time, group motivational speech. today to learn more about my services. Feel free to donate to help me spread the word across the world.