Tristan's Story
Tristan shares his journey from rock bottom to rebuilding his life - transforming struggle into clarity, and survival into a renewed sense of purpose.
"My healing didn’t begin in a therapist’s office. It began the moment I stopped pretending I was okay."
From Rock Bottom to Rebuilding: How I Turned Survival Into Purpose
For a long time, I believed that if I just held it together, for her, for the kids, for the sake of peace, things would eventually get better. I told myself I was strong enough to endure anything. But I was wrong.
I spent 14 years in an abusive relationship with someone who struggled with addiction and a Cluster B personality disorder (severely affecting her ability to manage her emotions and behaviors). What started as love quickly spiraled into a cycle of chaos: emotional manipulation, physical violence, financial control, and fear. There were promises of change, moments of hope, but they never lasted.
Looking back, I realize I spent the majority of that relationship in a state of dissociation, just trying to make it through to the next day. My mind was always racing, my body constantly tense. It felt like I was living on autopilot, disappearing inside myself just to cope. There was no room to process my own pain because I was always in survival mode.
The turning point came this past February, a day etched into my memory. She’d been drinking and stole my truck. I didn’t want my wife on the road driving drunk, so I made the call to the police. I knew she didn’t have a license and would get a DUI. But when the police brought her home and just dropped her off at the door, things turned terrifying and unthinkably dangerous. She snapped. She grabbed a knife, held it to my throat, and demanded money. She told me if I tried anything, she’d kill our three kids and herself, and call the police first to frame me for their deaths. I believed her.
That night, something in me shifted. My survival instincts kicked in, this time not only for me, but for my kids. I started making a secret plan to get us out safely. I realized that it wasn’t just my mental health at risk anymore; their lives were in danger too. In late April, while she was unwell, I took the kids under the pretense of giving her peace and quiet to rest, and went to my parents’ house with them while I arranged the court paperwork to protect and ensure their safety.
Leaving wasn’t easy. It never is. I had been isolated, emotionally worn down, and financially depleted. But I found strength I didn’t know I had. With help, I managed to escape that home with my children and start a new chapter.
For years, I had been holding space for everyone except myself. The trauma didn’t disappear once we left. There were nights I couldn’t sleep. Days where I questioned everything. But slowly, I began to put the pieces back together.
WHAT ARE SOME THINGS THAT REALLY HELPED?
Reaching out to a trauma-informed therapist:
- Having a space where I didn’t have to explain away the abuse or be doubted changed everything.
Rediscovering purpose through building PixelNest:
- Creating a platform to support others gave my pain meaning – it became fuel for healing.
Being in nature and doing physical work:
- Carpentry and long walks became quiet therapy sessions, grounding me in the present.
Letting myself feel anger, grief, and softness without shame:
- Giving myself permission to feel was a huge part of reclaiming my identity.
Knowing I wasn’t alone:
- Finding other stories from men who had survived similar experiences gave me the courage to keep going.
I returned to work at the City of Lethbridge water treatment plant, where I’ve been a maintenance carpenter and operator. But more importantly, I started building something new from the ground up – PixelNest Design Studio and the MoodNest app, tools created for people like me. People who need help, who don’t know where to turn, who are trying to rebuild their lives after trauma.
My healing didn’t begin in a therapist’s office. It began the moment I stopped pretending I was okay. When I stopped just surviving, and started giving myself the compassion I had been giving everyone else.
I’m not the same man I was. And I’m not who I thought I had to be to deserve love or peace. I’m building a life now where my kids feel safe. Where I feel safe. And if even one guy reads this and sees himself in my story and it gives him the push to get out, to ask for help, to choose himself, then every scar was worth it.
Written by Tristan B., Founder of PixelNest Design Studio – Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada 
