I vanished for a few weeks. Overwhelmed—everything stacked up. Doubt screamed I couldn’t handle it. I withdrew. Phone untouched, coffee cold, curtains drawn. Not living, just breathing. But I never quit. Not once. I just… waited. Kept showing up, even when it was quiet. 292 days left, and the vision never blurred: be the man my family’s proud of, the trainer who lives it.

The numbers tell the story. July alcohol hit 144.3 units. August dropped to 103.6. September so far—73.2. A full week without a drop. The urge is fading, just background noise now. Nails? Back on track—no slip-ups since last week’s blip. Food? Hitting calorie goals, down over seven pounds, feeling lighter without obsessing. Exercise? Feels good, not forced—therapeutic, even.
Sleep’s transformed. Gratitude lists at night—ten things, sometimes more—then box breathing (four counts in, hold, out, hold, four times). If I’m still awake, a body scan tenses and relaxes every muscle. Waking up pain-free in my back, buzzing with energy. Finished CBT—therapist said tremendous. Anxiety and depression scores hit rock bottom.

New paths opened. Exploring chakras led me to a life coach. One session, pure power. We tackled blocked energy, childhood trauma—inside-out work, not the old outside-in fixes. No more spirals into booze, vapes, or takeaways when life hits. That’s breaking. Vaping’s the last holdout—less, not gone, but I’m not rushing it.

Momentum’s everywhere. Family, friends, even myself—relationships stronger. Excited for what’s ahead. Want to learn more, share this with others. This inside-out approach feels like the key to lasting change. If that dark hole was rock bottom, I’m out. Not looking back. What’s your anchor—the thing that keeps you from quitting?