Profusion Coaching

09/03/2026

Successful people are always looking for opportunities to help others. Unsuccessful people are always asking "what's in it for me?

08/03/2026

This is not my post, my sister posted it on her social media, I cant find the original post but its to important not to share

Yesterday a woman walked in at 4 PM. No appointment. Asked if I could squeeze her in.
“What do you want?” I asked.
She showed me a photo on her phone. Numbers. Just numbers.
“392. On my wrist. Simple. Black. Can you do it now?”
I looked at her. She’d been crying. Eyes red. Hands shaking.
“Yeah, I can do it. But can I ask what 392 means?”
She sat down in my chair. Took a breath.
“It’s the number of days my daughter stayed clean before she overdosed. I found her yesterday. I want to remember she tried. That 392 days mattered.”
I didn’t know what to say. Just nodded. Started setting up.
She kept talking. Needed to talk.
“Everyone’s going to say she relapsed. That she failed. That addicts always relapse. But they won’t say she was sober for 392 days. That she went to meetings. Got a job. Started painting again. That she was my daughter again for 392 days. They’ll remember one day. The last day. But I’m going to remember 392.”
Her voice broke.
“This tattoo is proof those days existed. That she fought. That she almost made it.”
I finished the tattoo. Simple numbers. 392. On her wrist. Where she could see it every day.
She paid. Tipped way too much. Started to leave. Then turned back.
“Can I ask you something weird?”
“Anything,” I said.
“Can you keep that stencil? The 392? And if anyone ever comes in here struggling with addiction. Or losing someone to addiction. Can you offer to do this tattoo for free? Any number. However many days their person stayed clean. 10 days. 100 days. 1 day. I don’t care. Just so they know those days counted.”
She left before I could answer.
I kept the 392 stencil. Put it in a frame behind my counter. Wrote under it:
“Days of sobriety tattoos — always free. Any number. Because every day counts.”
I didn’t think anyone would take me up on it.
Three days later, a man came in. Saw the sign. Started crying.
“Can you do 1,279?”
“Absolutely. Who’s it for?”
“My brother. He was sober 1,279 days. Died in a car accident last week. Sober driver hit by a drunk driver. The irony is killing me. He fought so hard. And some stranger took him out.”
I did the tattoo for free. He hugged me for five minutes.
Word spread.
I’ve done 23 sobriety number tattoos in three weeks. Free. Every single one. 47 days. 6 days. 1,823 days. 2 days. One woman got “14 hours” tattooed.
“My son stayed clean for 14 hours before he relapsed and died. Everyone says 14 hours doesn’t count. But it does. He tried. For 14 hours he tried.”
I tattooed 14 hours on her shoulder. She sobbed the entire time.
When I finished, she looked at it and whispered, “Now everyone will know he tried.”
Yesterday someone came in and asked for “0 days.”
I was confused. “Zero?”
He nodded.
“My daughter never got clean. She tried to quit so many times. Went to rehab four times. But never made it past a few hours before using again. She died at 23. Everyone says she didn’t try. But she did. She tried so hard. Zero days sober but a million attempts. Can you tattoo 0 with a little infinity symbol?”
Because her attempts were infinite even if her days weren’t.
I cried while doing that tattoo. Zero with an infinity symbol. For a girl who never stopped trying even though she never succeeded.
A teenager came in two days ago. Seventeen years old. With his dad.
“Can you do 91 days? For me. I’m 91 days sober. I want to remember.”
I looked at his dad. Dad nodded.
“He asked for this. I’m proud of him.”
I did the tattoo. 91 on his forearm. When I finished, the kid stared at it.
“Now when I want to use, I’ll see this. I’ll remember I made it to 91. I can make it to 92.”
His dad paid. Tipped $200.
“You’re saving lives with ink,” he said. “Keep doing this.”
The kid comes back every 30 days. I add a small tally mark next to his 91. He’s up to 151 days now. Five tally marks. He’s going to make it.
The original woman came back yesterday. The 392 tattoo.
“I wanted to show you something,” she said.
She pulled up her sleeve. Another number.
“1.”
Just the number 1.
“What’s that for?” I asked.
She smiled through tears.
“One year since my daughter died. One year I’ve survived without her. Someone told me I should get a tattoo for my own sobriety. From grief. From giving up. I’ve been sober from ending my own life for one year. Because of this.”
She pointed to 392.
“Every time I wanted to give up, I looked at this. If she could fight for 392 days, I could fight for one more. So I’m marking my days now too. One year. 365 days of choosing to stay.”
I have a wall now. Photos of every sobriety number tattoo I’ve done. 47 tattoos in two months. Numbers ranging from 14 hours to 6,247 days.
Every single one free.
Every single one a story of someone who tried. Who fought. Who stayed clean for as long as they could. Some made it. Some didn’t.
But every number matters.
Because addiction isn’t about the day someone relapses. It’s about all the days they didn’t.
And those days deserve to be remembered. Marked. Honored.
I started this because a grieving mother asked me to remember 392 days. Now I’m remembering hundreds of days. Thousands of days. Marking them in ink on the skin of people who refuse to forget.
Every number tells me the same thing:
Trying counts. Fighting counts. Even if you lose, the fight counted.
I’m a tattoo artist. But these aren’t just tattoos. They’re monuments. Proof that someone tried. And in a world that only remembers the last day, I’m making sure we remember all the days before it.

05/03/2026

If you want to lift yourself up, lift someone else up

23/02/2026

I was asked as an adult what hobbies do I have

I used to paint, and do art,

Now hobbies feel like work and house chores

But they aren't, sometimes we get stuck in the groundhog day of life and forget about the things we love doing, because we don't have the time or are not in the mood

What's something you have forgotten you loved doing?

19/02/2026

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16/02/2026

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15/02/2026

Hello

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Profusion Coaching

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2. Profusion Coaching
3. Linda McLeod
4. Penny Dixon
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11. Alison
12. Christine
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22. Anna Ashmore
23. Rene Hazlett
24. Rene
25. Rene
26. Karl
27. Rayelene Withington
28. Judith
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14/02/2026

Choosing over everything to be happy takes work, training your mind to be better than your emotions takes work, forming better habits takes work!

Don't you dare for one second think someone else is going to do that work for you because we can't,

We can give advice, we can be there to listen, we can give tools

But its you that has to put in the effort and do these things, take responsibility and take actions!

12/02/2026

Don't need words for this mornings sky

08/02/2026

Haha had to give it ago

07/02/2026

Seeing how people show up for people in the hardest of times is humbling

There is still so much good in this world, don't let anything sway your mind away from this

05/02/2026

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