I didn’t really have a ‘rock bottom’ moment, it wasn’t some dramatic crash and burn – more like a slow, suffocating sink into a life I barely recognized. Ambition? Drowned it. Relationships? Poisoned them. Hope? That was the last thing to go, slipping away in the quiet hours between last call and another wasted dawn.
The decision to quit wasn’t sparked by some movie-worthy intervention. It was just… enough. Enough lost weekends, enough disappointed faces, enough of not being the person I knew I could be.
Enter hypnotherapy. Yeah, I know. Sounds like some carnival sideshow trick, right? I was skeptical as hell. But when you’re desperate, you’ll try anything – even letting some stranger poke around in your subconscious.
Here’s the kicker: it worked. Not overnight, not like magic, but slowly, steadily. Those sessions were like archaeological digs into my own psyche, unearthing the why behind every “just one more drink.”
But the real breakthrough was deciding to volunteer with at-risk kids.
I almost bailed on the first day. What the hell did I have to offer these kids, fresh off my own battle with the bottle? Turns out, everything.
In their eyes, I saw my own past staring back. Their anger, their fear, their desperate need to numb it all – I knew that dance all too well. And when I shared my story – no bullshit, no sugar-coating – something clicked.
These kids became my lifeline. Every time I helped one of them dodge a bullet I’d taken, it reinforced my own sobriety. Their small victories became mine. Their setbacks? Reminders of why I couldn’t go back.
Sobriety isn’t just about not drinking. It’s about filling that void with something bigger than yourself. For me, it was becoming the mentor I wished I’d had.
I won’t lie – some days are still a struggle. But now, when the cravings hit, I don’t reach for a bottle. I reach for my phone, set up another mentoring session, and remember that my story isn’t just mine anymore. It’s a roadmap for every kid out there thinking they’re too far gone to turn back.
So yeah, hypnosis and troubled teens saved my sobriety. Weird combo, I know. But if you’re out there, thinking you’re too broken to fix, remember this: sometimes, the best way to save yourself is to start saving someone else.
Naomi Glover (Miami, USA)
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