You never know what’s coming down the pike. You never know what stupid choice you’ll make tomorrow that’ll lead to you being fertilizer or worse, behind bars….
I had a shockingly clear vision of what my future would look like if I kept drinking after sobering up, just two weeks into a stint at an in-patient treatment facility that I’d been sentenced to complete (6-9 months). I could see my future clear as day; zero hope of happiness. Zero. The day before I had been certain I’d drink again once I got myself out of trouble. Certain. I was looking forward to it. Something changed in me in the dead of the night.
I’m meant for more than this.
That was the one thought that changed everything; I’m meant for more than this miserable existence. That thought replayed, over and over again, until it turned into, “what would it be like if I was sober?” There, I saw hope.
Many aren’t that fortunate to actually pay attention to that thought. Most discard it or hide from it out of fear and harbor the hope they can include getting drunk or high in that future, that things will still have a chance to work out. And then they die. Or they go to prison. Only then, when it’s too late, do they think, “If I’d just…”
I quit drinking and drugs – all drugs – because I wanted to be happy. Plain and simple.
If you are currently drinking or struggling to quit, think about a life so enjoyable, all you want is another day exactly like the one you just lived. Nothing more or less, you don’t need any more money (though more money is always nice), you don’t need any more love or adulation… you don’t even need the world to change, as long as it spins on. All you really want is another day. That happy.
My friends, it gets that good. I just had to stop fighting it happening. One minute at a time. One hour at a time. One day at a time. One month at a time. One year at a time.
One step at a time. One meeting at a time.
Happiness is an inside job. It doesn’t happen on its own. We have to work for it. You know what your life holds if you’ve got a drink in your hand (or a joint, or a pipe, or a syringe…). I’m here to tell you that it doesn’t have to be like that. You can trade that misery in for a new way of life. You can know a peace and happiness you can’t even fathom because your entirety is so toxic, your brain simply can’t wrap itself around how to get there. You don’t need to know how to get there to start the journey, you just need to take a step. Then another…
It just takes time and want to. And a decision to stop fighting and start working. When you want to be happy more than you want to escape the misery you’ve created, you’ll be ready. Don’t miss that opportunity, because what comes next is usually very bad.