The Story That Built AMPD
I played baseball my entire life. From the time I could barely walk, the game was there.
And my senior year of high school? That was the most fun I ever had playing.
It’s what made me decide to pursue baseball in college.
But that’s where things changed.
In college, the game wasn’t just a sport anymore — it was my identity. And that identity got tested hard.
Bad seasons.
Self-doubt.
Not getting playing time.
All of it hit in college — not when I was a kid, but when I was supposed to be chasing the dream.
Still, I kept grinding. I played summer ball, trained hard, and came back hungry.
Then — two weeks before the season started, and one day before my birthday — I took a swing during a live at-bat… and felt a pop in my wrist.
I tried to shake it off, but the pain was instant. I’d fractured my hook of hamate.
That year? Gone.
Months of trying to let it heal, only to rebreak it in summer ball.
Four months of hope erased in one swing.
Eventually, I needed surgery — a real one. The cut-open, stitch-it-up kind.
I recovered. Trained hard. Transferred to a new school.
But then something else felt off — this time in my swing.
Turns out, an ankle injury from high school had killed the chain between my back foot and glute.
I wasn’t even activating the big toe that triggers your glute — my lower half was dead.
So I started physical therapy. Rebuilt the movement. Reconnected the chain.
And when it finally clicked? My game transformed.
I was firing that back leg so hard, I had coaches asking if I was on something —
literally had one pull me aside and say:
“Dude… are you on drugs?”
Nope. I’d just finally found my power again.
For the first time in years, I felt like me again.
Didn’t even see it coming — and neither did anyone else around me.
But my senior season of college baseball?
Seven at-bats.
Fifteen games.
No explanation.
I went to Florida with the team. Didn’t play a single varsity inning.
So I left my jersey on the bed and flew home.
And for weeks, I felt like I’d left a piece of myself back there.
Because for years, baseball was my identity.
But that moment — walking away — showed me something bigger.
That pain, that loss, that constant fight to get back to something I loved…
That’s where AMPD was born.
This isn’t just my story. It’s yours too — if you’ve ever had to fight for a comeback.
AMPD is the reminder we all need to keep showing up. No matter how far we’ve fallen.
From Breakdown to Breakthrough
— Searching for Something
Didn’t play much as a freshman. I was working my ass off, but nothing was clicking. I kept finding quotes on social media — Reels, TikToks, anything that made me feel something. I’d screenshot them, set them as my lockscreen. It was the only thing keeping me going.
— The Year That Got Taken Away
An injury wiped out my season. I felt powerless. I stopped playing but started listening — to podcasts, interviews, anything I could absorb from people who had been broken and came back. I knew I had to rebuild, and it had to start in my head.
— I Was Back… But Off
I came back, but my body wasn’t right. Eventually I learned my foot muscle had atrophied. I wasn’t putting my power down, my timing was off, and nothing felt natural. Still, I kept digging — finding verses, podcast clips, quotes from players who had been here before. I wasn’t done. I just needed time.
— Rebuilding the Body, Rewiring the Mind
I started 2025 locked into recovery. PT, mobility, fixing the chain that broke me. I got my glute and big toe working again, and it changed everything. I moved better. Hit harder. One coach asked if I was on something. I wasn’t. I was just finally working right — physically and mentally.
— AMPD Gets Real
The comeback wasn’t just about fixing my body — it was about fixing my mindset. Between February and April, I started building AMPD. Every feature came from what I needed in the dark: AI motivation, journaling, affirmations, daily reminders. I wasn’t coding an app. I was building a weapon for people climbing out.
— The Vision Expands
I didn’t want just a wristband — I wanted a system. Journaling. AI reflections. Affirmations. A place to record progress and restart momentum. I started writing every day. It became my mirror — and my map. I added features I wish I had years ago, so nobody else has to walk through that fog alone.
— The Message Gets Real
Two staples made it into every band:
Carpe Diem — from my mom. She still texts it to me. Seize the day.
Attitude & Effort — from my dad. The two things you can always control.
Whether it’s sports, school, or just life — you’ll never know what the day brings. That’s the beauty of it. And that’s why AMPD had to exist.
- Grind
- Break
- Struggle
- Rebuild
- Ignite
- Build
- Launch
IF YOU’VE EVER BEEN COUNTED OUT, DOUBTED, OR BROKEN — THIS IS FOR YOU.
This isn’t for the ones who had it easy.
This is for the ones who had to claw their way back just to feel whole again.
For the ones who trained in silence when nobody was watching.
Who kept showing up when no one believed in them — not even themselves.
For the ones who rebuilt themselves from nothing.
We don’t wear AMPD for looks.
We wear it because every scar has a purpose now.
SHARE YOUR STORY
Every person in this movement has a reason. A moment they didn’t quit. A comeback they’re chasing.
Share yours — no filters, no fluff. Just the truth.
You never know who it might help.
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