About Me: Chase Rivers—SOF Vet, Busted, Boozy Mess Turned Slightly Less Sh*tty with a Grin

 

A Hot Mess on a Mission

Welcome to "How to Human… Kinda," where we’re all just trying not to totally fck up this wild, beautiful, occasionally shtty thing called life. If you’re here, you’re probably chasing a little less suck today than yesterday—same, fam. I’m not a self-help guru, therapist, or pro—just a dude who’s been through some stuff, laughed (and cried) through the chaos, and wants to share the ride. So, grab a coffee (or whiskey, no judgment), and let’s get real.

Where I Come From

I grew up low to middle class—government cheese was king, free camping was the big adventure. Boot camp was laughable but a definite WTF moment in my decision-making—some work in Special Operations Forces (SOF) threw me into the deep end. I lived on naval ships with food that’d gag a goat, rode the rails of a Little Bird like a madman, and blew up cars with so much boom, there wasn’t a speck left. Badass, right? Until the tab came: knee surgeries, shoulder surgeries, back, neck, and joints that groan like an old truck—plus a heart bruised from losing folks I loved. I’ve seen humanity’s worst and people's best—tight bonds, death up close, scars that don’t fade, and a fight or flight that never worked the same.

The Bottom and the Climb

After that life, I hit the bottom—a suicidal alcoholic, selfish as hell, morning dry heaving through whiskey-soaked regret. I was a walking sht-show, physically busted, emotionally wrecked. But rock bottom’s a launchpad, not a grave. Slowly, painfully, and with a lot of cussing, I started climbing—fueled by faith and passion for my kids being great. I’m still at it, aiming to be a better husband and dad—less of a dick, more of a rock—because my family deserves it, and I’m tired of sucking at it. Progress over perfection, except with an M4—that sht’s pristine.

Why I’m Here

This personal growth blog is for anyone who’s messed up and wants to get better—overcoming setbacks with a laugh. I’ve been a jerk, but I’m sharing my stumbles—SOF chaos, injuries, recovery—to help you (and me) grow a bit each day. No expert BS, just real talk from a guy who’s been there. If you’ve ever yelled "Screw it, hold my beer" before a dumb move, you’re my people.

What You’ll Find

Expect self-improvement humor—stories of my wild ride, practical tips, faith riffs, and dark chuckles. No fluffy positivity, just a sarcastic buddy who gets the grind. Drop a message on the contact page—let’s stumble toward better together.

Thanks for being here, you glorious wrecks.