![]() I allowed my sense of entitlement to discourage me from ever doing complicated things like being accountable for my mistakes or putting others first by seeing things from their perspective. A chance to be the capable, happy, loving person I knew I wanted to be. I was so tired of being tired, miserable, and angry that I gave up and ran into an Idea: If I invested in understanding addiction and emotional and mental health with people qualified to help me, I’d have a shot. I did everything professionals and people who had been where I was told me to do, and it worked. All the things angry people at Trans book reading protests/Tesla CEOs take ketamine for…Īaaaahhhhh. Cognitive behavior practice and therapy and my wellness came down to one thing: All of it. I stopped pretending I was OK and got busy investing in being better at life.ĪA. I lived out of myself and crushed my Ego (it’s still there, but it’s on a chain) I surrounded myself with people who had answers and told them I didn’t have any. I didn’t date for five years (you can’t be a great partner when you’re unhappy and I wasn’t bringing another miserable person into my life). I needed to give up to win because I didn’t know what it would take to live a happy life. Because I needed to figure out who and what I was. Daytime is when you’re awake and miserable creating an unreasonable alternative reality is the most important when carrying around a miserable anvil. I drank to forget, calm my poisoned brain, deal with domestic issues, and deal with a hard day, a happy day, and any day. I was responsible and had a great radio gig that paid me A LOT of money, great kids, but I was fucking miserable. If it changed my objective reality, I’d drink it. Beer never worked because I couldn’t drink it fast enough to get as drunk as I liked in the allotted time I needed to escape from myself. It was easier to gut it out in medical ignorance, knowing five vodka sodas would fix it. Six years ago, the idea of being happy seemed too far. ![]() It doesn’t matter what it is what matters is that it’s never too late. ![]() It’s called “self-medicating.” My medication was booze. Unhappy people do things readily available to them to be happy. Learn to like yourself and you’ll learn to love your life instead of not participating in it. I never take anyone’s inventory, but there are ZERO health/mental health benefits when it comes to abusing any substance. Sometimes you need a good before and after shot to remind you about where you were to appreciate where you are. The outside is a reflection of the inside. Personally, I couldn’t believe the difference and see this awesomeness daily. I posted this picture because if one person sees it and thinks they can change their lives/be happy, job-done. I quit drinking six years ago this summer and was reminded of why when I was sent my new super cheesy headshots. I do one of these yearly and always say this is the last time I’ll do this. ![]()
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