This is my mom, Caroline.
This year, she’s twice my age — and somehow, that fact has stirred something deep inside me.
Our relationship has been complicated for many years. But over the past few months, through a lot of reflection, I came to one clear realization:
it’s time to be free with her — to let her truly see who I am, deep in my mind and in my soul.
She’s been there for me countless times, always trying to help. But I was never completely honest. You know how it is — with your mom, you hold back. You don’t want to hurt her, you don’t want to make her sad. So you hide parts of yourself, pretend everything’s fine.
But when you do that, you also block yourself from being fully you.
After 37 years, I finally found the courage to have a real, open, and honest conversation with her — about everything: sadness, anxiety, happiness, all of it.
We cried.
But we also felt free. And more connected than ever.
I don’t want to live with regrets when it comes to my parents. They simply didn’t have the tools to deal with emotions the way we do today — and that’s okay.
What matters is that now, I’ve made it a priority.
Because it’s never too late to begin something real.
Love u Mom
#questionninglife #selfprogress
Today is a special day.
Two years ago, on June 25th, I admitted—to myself, my parents, and my friends—that I was a drug addict.
That word can sound harsh, but it was real. Addiction doesn’t always look like the stereotype.
From my first joint at 12 to pills and cocaine later on, drugs were always around. I wasn’t always buying, but I constantly put myself in situations where they were easy to find.
I was the “funny guy,” always down to take something, always going too far. Maybe it was self-destruction, or just me trying to feel like I belonged.
The kitchen industry didn’t help—it normalizes drug use. Getting clean meant leaving that world behind, which was tough. It always starts with, “just this once.” But once becomes always.
I’ve lied about my use, trying to make life feel “fun.” At one point, drugs ran my life. I was working high, partying all weekend, totally lost.
But today marks two years of therapy.
Two years of facing myself. Being alone. Sitting in discomfort.
And slowly finding the version of me I truly love—not the one others expected.
I speak up now because we need to talk about “friendly” drug use.
The moment you say “I’ve got it under control”—you’ve already lost control.
That craving never fully leaves. I remember how it felt.
But I also remember what it cost.
To my family, my friends, and my therapist—thank you.
Today, I’m out. And I’m finally, fully happy.
A happy kidult, living life with love—family, friends, work, and myself.
Peace.
#drugs #addiction #recovery
Valentine’s pancakes 🥞: white chocolate ganache, raspberry coulis, Iranian pistachios & much love of course 💕
AVAILABLE ALL WEEKEND - to share or not.
#pancakeslover #valentinesday #brusselsfood
Hello 2026. Goodbye 2025.
2025 was not a comfortable year—and it shouldn’t be remembered as one. It was a year that exposed violence, hypocrisy, climate collapse, and collective denial. A year that demanded awareness, not distraction.
I want to thank the people I met along the way—the ones who challenged me, grounded me, and reminded me that connection is still possible in a fractured world. You made this year more human.
But gratitude is not enough. Awareness is not enough. Silence is no longer an option.
We are all complicit in some way, and pretending otherwise is part of the problem. Comfort has made us passive. Convenience has made us blind. If we want a more just, empathetic, and livable world, we have to act—even when it costs us comfort, certainty, or approval.
2025 forced me to open my eyes and question how I move through the world, how I show up for others, and what I’m willing to defend. Neutrality is a choice. Passivity is a stance.
2026 must be the year of courage. The year we stop shrinking, stop whispering, and start standing for what we believe in. The year we claim who we are—loudly, clearly, and without apology.
#fight #love #empathy #happy
With my three best fellas @ecirb_kdjs & @antoinedebellefroid & @mattam.space
Hello Runeners,
It’s been almost three weeks since the Valencia Marathon.
The days following the race were much harder than I expected. All the injuries I had been ignoring caught up with me—broken ribs, ankle inflammation, and cervicobrachial syndrome—coming back stronger than before.
Despite the joy of finishing the marathon, and doing so under intense pain, I went through a two-week period of depression afterward. I’m still trying to understand it fully. Maybe it was the injuries and physical exhaustion, but I also feel it was the pressure I put on myself to keep going at all costs. Or perhaps it was the backlash of forcing myself through a situation where my body was clearly asking me to stop, while my mind refused to listen.
I believe these kinds of self-imposed tests we go through in life can be both deeply beneficial and deeply traumatic. Don’t get me wrong—if I had to do it again, I would. But with the knowledge I’ve gained from this experience, I now know more clearly what should and shouldn’t be done.
I focused heavily on the race itself, but I failed at recovery. I kept training on injuries, ignoring the signals of distress my body was sending me. Now, I have to recalibrate—to rebuild properly and bring my body back into balance.
All of this led to what I’d call a post-marathon depression, largely of my own making. I didn’t respect the process fully. I’m sharing this because I don’t know how common this experience is, and I’m curious to know if any of you have gone through something similar.
See you on the track !
THE FASTEST WEEKEND.
Handshake Racing at the Valencia Marathon.
The aftermovie.
What happened in Valencia still hits hard.
2026 is already on our minds.
You’re not ready for what’s next.
Thanks @newbalancerunning
Work by @antoinedebellefroid , @zzdaniil , @labrador.works
For those hanging frequently at the store, no need to introduce Sidney anymore…
For the others, you might have seen him behind the cash desk dropping his best shoe advice, sprinting full speed downhill the day before Brussels 20k, hitting laps at the CSF track, serving coffees or making bagels somewhere in the city…
This positive-mindset guy trained hard all year, boosting his VMA and VO2max like crazy. Prepped by @momoteamcsf and aiming for sub 2:40, he got injured two weeks before flying. Still, he went all in: started fast, went through it at km15, peed at km25, battled again with the knee on fire… but he kept pushing with the best spirit until the very end of his 42km.
He closed it with a massive PB: 2:51:00. 15 minutes faster than last year, in Valencia too. Huge.
Congrats Sid, that’s the spirit we love at Handshake.
Thanks @newbalancerunning for the experience, @c.s.la.forestoise and @momoteamcsf for the solid training.
And if you still don’t know Sid… drop by the store for your holiday gifts. You might catch Sid in action.
📷📹 @antoinedebellefroid@zzdaniil
Shall I do more vlogging in Valencia ???
Few weeks ago I had the chance with @carbon_athletics & @on to go to damtotdam.
#vlogrunner #iwillvloguntilidie #running4life #irun #run #badrunner #lagerlegs #damtotdamloop #damtotdam #handshake
Recorded by @maximiliendedycker
This story will never end
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@mistervims for the tips
#livinglikekipchoeg #badrunner #tryingto #running #run #turningpro #stillamateur
