Each major relapse was marked with a significant event...
Lost my job, lost my marriage, lost my business, lost my son.
I’m not counting the minor ones...
You know, when you tell yourself every weekend that...
“this is my last weekend, come Monday I’m gonna do 30 days”.
I don’t know how many times I’ve said that to myself and blew it.
You might be feeling the same way right now.
Every time you would do real good and then fall right back.
I’ve made it to 6 months, 7 months, 9 months… never quite hitting the 1 year mark.
I’ve tried going to meetings and going support groups. They didn’t work for me.
It always ended up being just a temporary hiatus that always led back to a relapse.
Nothing really changed until I discovered one truth...