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How Almost Losing My Son Led Me To Discover The “Comeback Method” And Finally Win My 21-Year Long Battle With Alcohol…
How Almost Losing My Son
Led Me To Discover The “Comeback Method”
And Finally Win My 21-Year Long Battle
With Alcohol…
With Alcohol…
How Almost Losing My Son
Led Me To Discover The “Comeback Method”
And Finally Win My 21-Year Long Battle
With Alcohol…
How Almost Losing My Son Led Me To Discover The “Comeback Method” And Finally Win My 21-Year Long Battle With Alcohol…
And Finally Win My 21-Year Long Battle
With Alcohol…
How Almost Losing My Son Led Me To Discover The “Comeback Method” And Finally Win My 21-Year Long Battle With Alcohol…
Now, This Unconventional System Is Being Used By Thousands Of Men Across The Country To Gain Control of Their Drinking, Win Their Families Back, And Make Their Friends Ask “What Changed?”
Dear Friend,
If you’re struggling to control your drinking…
If your relationship with your family, your wife, and your kids is not where you want it to be...
If you’re lost in the chaos and thinking, “why do I keep doing this to myself?”...
Then read on.
Because I’m about to share with you a discovery that could be the key to reshaping your life and...
Gain Control Over Alcohol Forever
What I’m about to share could be the key to you never being controlled by alcohol again…
Even if you’re stressed at the end of a long workweek…
Even if you’re at a work party, a bar with friends, or a family outing...
Even if you’ve had a big fight with your wife and need something to “calm the nerves”.
But before I continue, realize what I’m about to say will either connect with you at the core…
Or it will offend you on a deep level...
Because what I’m about to share with you flies against the face of conventional wisdom and what millions of Americans believe about alcohol.
It Challenges What Has Been Considered The
“Truth” For The Past 85+ Years
But what I’ve found has changed my life and thousands of others.
And my journey to this discovery was not a happy story.
It’s a story filled with bad decisions, words I wish I could take back, and as you’ve already read...
Almost losing my son.
But in the end, I’m grateful for it.
Because through my painful journey, it’s led me to a discovery about...
Why Strong Men Drink Uncontrollably And…
How To Take Back Control
I’ve shared this discovery with men from all over the world to help them control their drinking...
These are strong and successful men - CEOs, doctors, lawyers, entrepreneurs, hard workers, and world leaders...
Some of these men have drank for over 15+ years, some drank 10-20 drinks a day, and some drank until they blacked out on weekends…
They all regained control once they realized this one truth...
And it might sound counterintuitive but...
Alcohol Is NOT The Real Problem
I’ll explain why in just a moment.
Because you see, some people believe drinking is completely hereditary or genetic...
Some people believe drinking is an addiction and you have no choice in the matter...
Some people believe you need to submit to a higher power in order to overcome drinking...
I disagree.
Because once they accepted this one simple truth...
Men Succeeded In Their Mission
And if you keep reading, I’ll show you how to stop drinking completely (or if you prefer, enough control to just drink like a normal person) ...
Without going to depressing support groups or 12-step programs...
Without going to detox centers...
And without whiteknuckling it.
But be warned...
What you’re about to read will challenge you, it will make you uncomfortable, and if you don’t click off this page right now...
You may never think of alcohol the same way again.
Still here?
Good. Then let’s begin.
Hi, I’m Mark Jennison
Hi, I’m Mark Jennison
People who see me today - they see my business, they see my family, and they see the life I’ve built…
And they think it’s a life out of a movie.
But the truth is... it wasn’t always like this. The person you see today is NOT the same person just a few years ago.
I’ve battled drug and alcohol addiction for over 21 years.
My mom and dad divorced when I was 14. Dad took my brother away, Mom was absent working, and I was left on my own to figure it out.
My way of “figuring it out” was alcohol and drugs.
At first, I thought drinking made everything better. More fun.
I could drink more, party more, fight more, I thought I was “the man”.
Drinking made falling asleep easier (although it was a shitty quality of sleep).
I thought alcohol was just what was needed to make a “good day” better and a “bad day” better. Alcohol was just a part of my life.
And for many years, I was able to keep my drinking up and still create a life that “looked good” on the surface.
Alcohol Made Everything Better…
Until It Made Things Worse
In 2007, my uncle (who was like a father to me) died from a drinking-and-riding accident.
He left behind his trucking company to me - and it was in shambles.
So from 2007 to mid-2013, I battled with drinking while becoming successful…
Learned everything I could about that business and built it up to 75 million gross revenue.
But towards the end of that time, I chose to let the drinking take over…
Daily.
And I thought I could get away with it like I always did...
But it all led to the one day where everything was ripped from beneath me...
The date was May 15th, 2013.
At the time, the worst day of my life… but it would ultimately lead me to a life-changing discovery.
Just a few months before, I had secured a multimillion dollar contract for the company.
Things were looking up, so I booked a trip to Jamaica for 4 days for the family.
But the trip ended almost as soon as it started.
I was drinking away any type of clear thinking I had. I wasn’t rational. All I could think about was getting the next buzz.
In that state, I thought I would be invincible. I thought I wouldn’t get caught.
But of course… I did get caught.
A few nights into the Jamaica trip, my son’s mom found drugs in my bag on top of me being drunk before noon.
She flipped out - she yelled, she screamed, we fought for a good couple hours. And for good reason.
That night she took my son and stood at the door ready to leave and fly out that very night…
And I’ll never forget what she said next to me…
“You’re Never Going To See Him Again.”
My heart sank.
I knew I fucked up.
My son was everything to me. And I blew it.
I’ve always told myself I wanted to be a present father.
A father who was there for him, a father he could be proud of, a father he loved.
Yet here I was - drinking my life away. Drinking my son away. And I didn’t know it that night…
But drinking my business away.
Days later, when I went back to work… they kicked me off the premises and told me I was no longer needed.
The details don’t matter here - but it turned out that in my foggy state of mind from all the drinking...
I signed all my contracts away to my “ So called friends”.
They kicked me out of the business that I built for the past six years.
In the span of a few weeks...
I Lost My Business,
I Lost My Sanity,
And I Lost My Son.
All I could do for the next few weeks was sit in my house and drink.
I kept drinking until I woke up one day...
June 16th, 2013. Father’s Day.
When I woke up, I was ready to end it all.
So I started writing a final letter to my son.
But in the middle of writing that letter… I heard a voice.
I’m not sure where it was from, maybe God or whatever you want to call it… but I heard a voice.
It said…
“You’re not done yet?”
And for whatever reason… I listened to that voice.
That day, I vowed to get my life back.
No matter what it took.
That day, I started my journey to sobriety.
And it led me to uncover a truth most are not willing to accept.
First, Willpower Doesn’t Work
I see myself as a strong individual, can hold my own, and solve most problems on my own.
I thought it would be the same with drinking. You’ve just gotta want it bad enough, right?
If you’ve struggled with drinking, then you know it’s not that simple.
It’s not a simple “no” you say to drinking… and you don’t just stop cold turkey.
Sure, I’ve had “success” with whiteknuckling it.
Streaks were as long as 3 months, 6 months, 7 months, even 9 months.
But It always ended up being just a temporary hiatus that always led back to a relapse.
Was Rehab The Answer?
Next, I tried rehab.
I was clean while I was inside.
But once, I got out - it was straight to the bar for me. Somehow convinced myself that “one wouldn’t hurt”.
And then I ended up waking up with a hangover and wondering what happened last night.
Rehab was not the answer for me.
Could Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) be the answer?
In 1935, Alcoholics Anonymous Was Founded…
Since its birth, the brotherhood of Alcoholics Anonymous has helped many men with their addiction to alcohol…
I thought it would be the answer for me too.
But even with the great contribution AA gave to society...
Something about it didn’t make sense to me.
If AA was THE answer to controlling our drinking…
Then why does the market value of alcohol continue to increase year-by-year?
It’s currently a $250 billion industry.
Even if you’re stressed at the end of a long workweek…
Even if you’re at a work party, a bar with friends, or a family outing...
Even if you’ve had a big fight with your wife and need something to “calm the nerves”.
But before I continue, realize what I’m about to say will either connect with you at the core…
Or it will offend you on a deep level...
Because what I’m about to share with you flies against the face of conventional wisdom and what millions of Americans believe about alcohol.
It Challenges What Has Been Considered The
“Truth” For The Past 85+ Years
But what I’ve found has changed my life and thousands of others.
And my journey to this discovery was not a happy story.
It’s a story filled with bad decisions, words I wish I could take back, and as you’ve already read...
Almost losing my son.
But in the end, I’m grateful for it.
Because through my painful journey, it’s led me to a discovery about...
Why Strong Men Drink Uncontrollably And…
How To Take Back Control
I’ve shared this discovery with men from all over the world to help them control their drinking...
These are strong and successful men - CEOs, doctors, lawyers, entrepreneurs, hard workers, and world leaders...
Some of these men have drank for over 15+ years, some drank 10-20 drinks a day, and some drank until they blacked out on weekends…
They all regained control once they realized this one truth...
And it might sound counterintuitive but...
Alcohol Is NOT The Real Problem
I’ll explain why in just a moment.
Because you see, some people believe drinking is completely hereditary or genetic...
Some people believe drinking is an addiction and you have no choice in the matter...
Some people believe you need to submit to a higher power in order to overcome drinking...
I disagree.
Because once they accepted this one simple truth...
Men Succeeded In Their Mission
And if you keep reading, I’ll show you how to stop drinking completely (or if you prefer, enough control to just drink like a normal person) ...
Without going to depressing support groups or 12-step programs...
Without going to detox centers...
And without whiteknuckling it.
But be warned...
What you’re about to read will challenge you, it will make you uncomfortable, and if you don’t click off this page right now...
You may never think of alcohol the same way again.
Still here?
Good. Then let’s begin.
Hi, I’m Mark Jennison
Hi, I’m Mark Jennison
People who see me today - they see my business, they see my family, and they see the life I’ve built…
And they think it’s a life out of a movie.
But the truth is... it wasn’t always like this. The person you see today is NOT the same person just a few years ago.
I’ve battled drug and alcohol addiction for over 21 years.
My mom and dad divorced when I was 14. Dad took my brother away, Mom was absent working, and I was left on my own to figure it out.
My way of “figuring it out” was alcohol and drugs.
At first, I thought drinking made everything better. More fun.
I could drink more, party more, fight more, I thought I was “the man”.
Drinking made falling asleep easier (although it was a shitty quality of sleep).
I thought alcohol was just what was needed to make a “good day” better and a “bad day” better. Alcohol was just a part of my life.
And for many years, I was able to keep my drinking up and still create a life that “looked good” on the surface.
Alcohol Made Everything Better…
Until It Made Things Worse
In 2007, my uncle (who was like a father to me) died from a drinking-and-riding accident.
He left behind his trucking company to me - and it was in shambles.
So from 2007 to mid-2013, I battled with drinking while becoming successful…
Learned everything I could about that business and built it up to 75 million gross revenue.
But towards the end of that time, I chose to let the drinking take over…
Daily.
And I thought I could get away with it like I always did...
But it all led to the one day where everything was ripped from beneath me...
The date was May 15th, 2013.
At the time, the worst day of my life… but it would ultimately lead me to a life-changing discovery.
Just a few months before, I had secured a multimillion dollar contract for the company.
Things were looking up, so I booked a trip to Jamaica for 4 days for the family.
But the trip ended almost as soon as it started.
I was drinking away any type of clear thinking I had. I wasn’t rational. All I could think about was getting the next buzz.
In that state, I thought I would be invincible. I thought I wouldn’t get caught.
But of course… I did get caught.
A few nights into the Jamaica trip, my son’s mom found drugs in my bag on top of me being drunk before noon.
She flipped out - she yelled, she screamed, we fought for a good couple hours. And for good reason.
That night she took my son and stood at the door ready to leave and fly out that very night…
And I’ll never forget what she said next to me…
“You’re Never Going To See Him Again.”
My heart sank.
I knew I fucked up.
My son was everything to me. And I blew it.
I’ve always told myself I wanted to be a present father.
A father who was there for him, a father he could be proud of, a father he loved.
Yet here I was - drinking my life away. Drinking my son away. And I didn’t know it that night…
But drinking my business away.
Days later, when I went back to work… they kicked me off the premises and told me I was no longer needed.
The details don’t matter here - but it turned out that in my foggy state of mind from all the drinking...
I signed all my contracts away to my “ So called friends”.
They kicked me out of the business that I built for the past six years.
In the span of a few weeks...
I Lost My Business,
I Lost My Sanity,
And I Lost My Son.
All I could do for the next few weeks was sit in my house and drink.
I kept drinking until I woke up one day...
June 16th, 2013. Father’s Day.
When I woke up, I was ready to end it all.
So I started writing a final letter to my son.
But in the middle of writing that letter… I heard a voice.
I’m not sure where it was from, maybe God or whatever you want to call it… but I heard a voice.
It said…
“You’re not done yet?”
And for whatever reason… I listened to that voice.
That day, I vowed to get my life back.
No matter what it took.
That day, I started my journey to sobriety.
And it led me to uncover a truth most are not willing to accept.
First, Willpower Doesn’t Work
I see myself as a strong individual, can hold my own, and solve most problems on my own.
I thought it would be the same with drinking. You’ve just gotta want it bad enough, right?
If you’ve struggled with drinking, then you know it’s not that simple.
It’s not a simple “no” you say to drinking… and you don’t just stop cold turkey.
Sure, I’ve had “success” with whiteknuckling it.
Streaks were as long as 3 months, 6 months, 7 months, even 9 months.
But It always ended up being just a temporary hiatus that always led back to a relapse.
Was Rehab The Answer?
Next, I tried rehab.
I was clean while I was inside.
But once, I got out - it was straight to the bar for me. Somehow convinced myself that “one wouldn’t hurt”.
And then I ended up waking up with a hangover and wondering what happened last night.
Rehab was not the answer for me.
Could Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) be the answer?
In 1935, Alcoholics Anonymous Was Founded…
Since its birth, the brotherhood of Alcoholics Anonymous has helped many men with their addiction to alcohol…
I thought it would be the answer for me too.
But even with the great contribution AA gave to society...
Something about it didn’t make sense to me.
If AA was THE answer to controlling our drinking…
Then why does the market value of alcohol continue to increase year-by-year?
It’s currently a $250 billion industry.
And my journey to this discovery was not a happy story.
It’s a story filled with bad decisions, words I wish I could take back, and as you’ve already read...
Almost losing my son.
But in the end, I’m grateful for it.
Because through my painful journey, it’s led me to a discovery about...
Why Strong Men Drink Uncontrollably And…
How To Take Back Control
I’ve shared this discovery with men from all over the world to help them control their drinking...
These are strong and successful men - CEOs, doctors, lawyers, entrepreneurs, hard workers, and world leaders...
Some of these men have drank for over 15+ years, some drank 10-20 drinks a day, and some drank until they blacked out on weekends…
They all regained control once they realized this one truth...
And it might sound counterintuitive but...
Alcohol Is NOT The Real Problem
I’ll explain why in just a moment.
Because you see, some people believe drinking is completely hereditary or genetic...
Some people believe drinking is an addiction and you have no choice in the matter...
Some people believe you need to submit to a higher power in order to overcome drinking...
I disagree.
Because once they accepted this one simple truth...
Men Succeeded In Their Mission
And if you keep reading, I’ll show you how to stop drinking completely (or if you prefer, enough control to just drink like a normal person) ...
Without going to depressing support groups or 12-step programs...
Without going to detox centers...
And without whiteknuckling it.
But be warned...
What you’re about to read will challenge you, it will make you uncomfortable, and if you don’t click off this page right now...
You may never think of alcohol the same way again.
Still here?
Good. Then let’s begin.
Hi, I’m Mark Jennison
Hi, I’m Mark Jennison
People who see me today - they see my business, they see my family, and they see the life I’ve built…
And they think it’s a life out of a movie.
But the truth is... it wasn’t always like this. The person you see today is NOT the same person just a few years ago.
I’ve battled drug and alcohol addiction for over 21 years.
My mom and dad divorced when I was 14. Dad took my brother away, Mom was absent working, and I was left on my own to figure it out.
My way of “figuring it out” was alcohol and drugs.
At first, I thought drinking made everything better. More fun.
I could drink more, party more, fight more, I thought I was “the man”.
Drinking made falling asleep easier (although it was a shitty quality of sleep).
I thought alcohol was just what was needed to make a “good day” better and a “bad day” better. Alcohol was just a part of my life.
And for many years, I was able to keep my drinking up and still create a life that “looked good” on the surface.
Alcohol Made Everything Better…
Until It Made Things Worse
In 2007, my uncle (who was like a father to me) died from a drinking-and-riding accident.
He left behind his trucking company to me - and it was in shambles.
So from 2007 to mid-2013, I battled with drinking while becoming successful…
Learned everything I could about that business and built it up to 75 million gross revenue.
But towards the end of that time, I chose to let the drinking take over…
Daily.
And I thought I could get away with it like I always did...
But it all led to the one day where everything was ripped from beneath me...
The date was May 15th, 2013.
At the time, the worst day of my life… but it would ultimately lead me to a life-changing discovery.
Just a few months before, I had secured a multimillion dollar contract for the company.
Things were looking up, so I booked a trip to Jamaica for 4 days for the family.
But the trip ended almost as soon as it started.
I was drinking away any type of clear thinking I had. I wasn’t rational. All I could think about was getting the next buzz.
In that state, I thought I would be invincible. I thought I wouldn’t get caught.
But of course… I did get caught.
A few nights into the Jamaica trip, my son’s mom found drugs in my bag on top of me being drunk before noon.
She flipped out - she yelled, she screamed, we fought for a good couple hours. And for good reason.
That night she took my son and stood at the door ready to leave and fly out that very night…
And I’ll never forget what she said next to me…
“You’re Never Going To See Him Again.”
My heart sank.
I knew I fucked up.
My son was everything to me. And I blew it.
I’ve always told myself I wanted to be a present father.
A father who was there for him, a father he could be proud of, a father he loved.
Yet here I was - drinking my life away. Drinking my son away. And I didn’t know it that night…
But drinking my business away.
Days later, when I went back to work… they kicked me off the premises and told me I was no longer needed.
The details don’t matter here - but it turned out that in my foggy state of mind from all the drinking...
I signed all my contracts away to my “ So called friends”.
They kicked me out of the business that I built for the past six years.
In the span of a few weeks...
I Lost My Business,
I Lost My Sanity,
And I Lost My Son.
All I could do for the next few weeks was sit in my house and drink.
I kept drinking until I woke up one day...
June 16th, 2013. Father’s Day.
When I woke up, I was ready to end it all.
So I started writing a final letter to my son.
But in the middle of writing that letter… I heard a voice.
I’m not sure where it was from, maybe God or whatever you want to call it… but I heard a voice.
It said…
“You’re not done yet?”
And for whatever reason… I listened to that voice.
That day, I vowed to get my life back.
No matter what it took.
That day, I started my journey to sobriety.
And it led me to uncover a truth most are not willing to accept.
First, Willpower Doesn’t Work
I see myself as a strong individual, can hold my own, and solve most problems on my own.
I thought it would be the same with drinking. You’ve just gotta want it bad enough, right?
If you’ve struggled with drinking, then you know it’s not that simple.
It’s not a simple “no” you say to drinking… and you don’t just stop cold turkey.
Sure, I’ve had “success” with whiteknuckling it.
Streaks were as long as 3 months, 6 months, 7 months, even 9 months.
But It always ended up being just a temporary hiatus that always led back to a relapse.
Was Rehab The Answer?
Next, I tried rehab.
I was clean while I was inside.
But once, I got out - it was straight to the bar for me. Somehow convinced myself that “one wouldn’t hurt”.
And then I ended up waking up with a hangover and wondering what happened last night.
Rehab was not the answer for me.
Could Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) be the answer?
In 1935, Alcoholics Anonymous Was Founded…
Since its birth, the brotherhood of Alcoholics Anonymous has helped many men with their addiction to alcohol…
I thought it would be the answer for me too.
But even with the great contribution AA gave to society...
Something about it didn’t make sense to me.
If AA was THE answer to controlling our drinking…
Then why does the market value of alcohol continue to increase year-by-year?
It’s currently a $250 billion industry.
These are strong and successful men - CEOs, doctors, lawyers, entrepreneurs, hard workers, and world leaders...
Some of these men have drank for over 15+ years, some drank 10-20 drinks a day, and some drank until they blacked out on weekends…
They all regained control once they realized this one truth...
And it might sound counterintuitive but...
Alcohol Is NOT The Real Problem
I’ll explain why in just a moment.
Because you see, some people believe drinking is completely hereditary or genetic...
Some people believe drinking is an addiction and you have no choice in the matter...
Some people believe you need to submit to a higher power in order to overcome drinking...
I disagree.
Because once they accepted this one simple truth...
Men Succeeded In Their Mission
And if you keep reading, I’ll show you how to stop drinking completely (or if you prefer, enough control to just drink like a normal person) ...
Without going to depressing support groups or 12-step programs...
Without going to detox centers...
And without whiteknuckling it.
But be warned...
What you’re about to read will challenge you, it will make you uncomfortable, and if you don’t click off this page right now...
You may never think of alcohol the same way again.
Still here?
Good. Then let’s begin.
Hi, I’m Mark Jennison
Hi, I’m Mark Jennison
People who see me today - they see my business, they see my family, and they see the life I’ve built…
And they think it’s a life out of a movie.
But the truth is... it wasn’t always like this. The person you see today is NOT the same person just a few years ago.
I’ve battled drug and alcohol addiction for over 21 years.
My mom and dad divorced when I was 14. Dad took my brother away, Mom was absent working, and I was left on my own to figure it out.
My way of “figuring it out” was alcohol and drugs.
At first, I thought drinking made everything better. More fun.
I could drink more, party more, fight more, I thought I was “the man”.
Drinking made falling asleep easier (although it was a shitty quality of sleep).
I thought alcohol was just what was needed to make a “good day” better and a “bad day” better. Alcohol was just a part of my life.
And for many years, I was able to keep my drinking up and still create a life that “looked good” on the surface.
Alcohol Made Everything Better…
Until It Made Things Worse
In 2007, my uncle (who was like a father to me) died from a drinking-and-riding accident.
He left behind his trucking company to me - and it was in shambles.
So from 2007 to mid-2013, I battled with drinking while becoming successful…
Learned everything I could about that business and built it up to 75 million gross revenue.
But towards the end of that time, I chose to let the drinking take over…
Daily.
And I thought I could get away with it like I always did...
But it all led to the one day where everything was ripped from beneath me...
The date was May 15th, 2013.
At the time, the worst day of my life… but it would ultimately lead me to a life-changing discovery.
Just a few months before, I had secured a multimillion dollar contract for the company.
Things were looking up, so I booked a trip to Jamaica for 4 days for the family.
But the trip ended almost as soon as it started.
I was drinking away any type of clear thinking I had. I wasn’t rational. All I could think about was getting the next buzz.
In that state, I thought I would be invincible. I thought I wouldn’t get caught.
But of course… I did get caught.
A few nights into the Jamaica trip, my son’s mom found drugs in my bag on top of me being drunk before noon.
She flipped out - she yelled, she screamed, we fought for a good couple hours. And for good reason.
That night she took my son and stood at the door ready to leave and fly out that very night…
And I’ll never forget what she said next to me…
“You’re Never Going To See Him Again.”
My heart sank.
I knew I fucked up.
My son was everything to me. And I blew it.
I’ve always told myself I wanted to be a present father.
A father who was there for him, a father he could be proud of, a father he loved.
Yet here I was - drinking my life away. Drinking my son away. And I didn’t know it that night…
But drinking my business away.
Days later, when I went back to work… they kicked me off the premises and told me I was no longer needed.
The details don’t matter here - but it turned out that in my foggy state of mind from all the drinking...
I signed all my contracts away to my “ So called friends”.
They kicked me out of the business that I built for the past six years.
In the span of a few weeks...
I Lost My Business,
I Lost My Sanity,
And I Lost My Son.
All I could do for the next few weeks was sit in my house and drink.
I kept drinking until I woke up one day...
June 16th, 2013. Father’s Day.
When I woke up, I was ready to end it all.
So I started writing a final letter to my son.
But in the middle of writing that letter… I heard a voice.
I’m not sure where it was from, maybe God or whatever you want to call it… but I heard a voice.
It said…
“You’re not done yet?”
And for whatever reason… I listened to that voice.
That day, I vowed to get my life back.
No matter what it took.
That day, I started my journey to sobriety.
And it led me to uncover a truth most are not willing to accept.
First, Willpower Doesn’t Work
I see myself as a strong individual, can hold my own, and solve most problems on my own.
I thought it would be the same with drinking. You’ve just gotta want it bad enough, right?
If you’ve struggled with drinking, then you know it’s not that simple.
It’s not a simple “no” you say to drinking… and you don’t just stop cold turkey.
Sure, I’ve had “success” with whiteknuckling it.
Streaks were as long as 3 months, 6 months, 7 months, even 9 months.
But It always ended up being just a temporary hiatus that always led back to a relapse.
Was Rehab The Answer?
Next, I tried rehab.
I was clean while I was inside.
But once, I got out - it was straight to the bar for me. Somehow convinced myself that “one wouldn’t hurt”.
And then I ended up waking up with a hangover and wondering what happened last night.
Rehab was not the answer for me.
Could Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) be the answer?
In 1935, Alcoholics Anonymous Was Founded…
Since its birth, the brotherhood of Alcoholics Anonymous has helped many men with their addiction to alcohol…
I thought it would be the answer for me too.
But even with the great contribution AA gave to society...
Something about it didn’t make sense to me.
If AA was THE answer to controlling our drinking…
Then why does the market value of alcohol continue to increase year-by-year?
It’s currently a $250 billion industry.
Because you see, some people believe drinking is completely hereditary or genetic...
Some people believe drinking is an addiction and you have no choice in the matter...
Some people believe you need to submit to a higher power in order to overcome drinking...
I disagree.
Because once they accepted this one simple truth...
Men Succeeded In Their Mission
And if you keep reading, I’ll show you how to stop drinking completely (or if you prefer, enough control to just drink like a normal person) ...
Without going to depressing support groups or 12-step programs...
Without going to detox centers...
And without whiteknuckling it.
But be warned...
What you’re about to read will challenge you, it will make you uncomfortable, and if you don’t click off this page right now...
You may never think of alcohol the same way again.
Still here?
Good. Then let’s begin.
Hi, I’m Mark Jennison
Hi, I’m Mark Jennison
People who see me today - they see my business, they see my family, and they see the life I’ve built…
And they think it’s a life out of a movie.
But the truth is... it wasn’t always like this. The person you see today is NOT the same person just a few years ago.
I’ve battled drug and alcohol addiction for over 21 years.
My mom and dad divorced when I was 14. Dad took my brother away, Mom was absent working, and I was left on my own to figure it out.
My way of “figuring it out” was alcohol and drugs.
At first, I thought drinking made everything better. More fun.
I could drink more, party more, fight more, I thought I was “the man”.
Drinking made falling asleep easier (although it was a shitty quality of sleep).
I thought alcohol was just what was needed to make a “good day” better and a “bad day” better. Alcohol was just a part of my life.
And for many years, I was able to keep my drinking up and still create a life that “looked good” on the surface.
Alcohol Made Everything Better…
Until It Made Things Worse
In 2007, my uncle (who was like a father to me) died from a drinking-and-riding accident.
He left behind his trucking company to me - and it was in shambles.
So from 2007 to mid-2013, I battled with drinking while becoming successful…
Learned everything I could about that business and built it up to 75 million gross revenue.
But towards the end of that time, I chose to let the drinking take over…
Daily.
And I thought I could get away with it like I always did...
But it all led to the one day where everything was ripped from beneath me...
The date was May 15th, 2013.
At the time, the worst day of my life… but it would ultimately lead me to a life-changing discovery.
Just a few months before, I had secured a multimillion dollar contract for the company.
Things were looking up, so I booked a trip to Jamaica for 4 days for the family.
But the trip ended almost as soon as it started.
I was drinking away any type of clear thinking I had. I wasn’t rational. All I could think about was getting the next buzz.
In that state, I thought I would be invincible. I thought I wouldn’t get caught.
But of course… I did get caught.
A few nights into the Jamaica trip, my son’s mom found drugs in my bag on top of me being drunk before noon.
She flipped out - she yelled, she screamed, we fought for a good couple hours. And for good reason.
That night she took my son and stood at the door ready to leave and fly out that very night…
And I’ll never forget what she said next to me…
“You’re Never Going To See Him Again.”
My heart sank.
I knew I fucked up.
My son was everything to me. And I blew it.
I’ve always told myself I wanted to be a present father.
A father who was there for him, a father he could be proud of, a father he loved.
Yet here I was - drinking my life away. Drinking my son away. And I didn’t know it that night…
But drinking my business away.
Days later, when I went back to work… they kicked me off the premises and told me I was no longer needed.
The details don’t matter here - but it turned out that in my foggy state of mind from all the drinking...
I signed all my contracts away to my “ So called friends”.
They kicked me out of the business that I built for the past six years.
In the span of a few weeks...
I Lost My Business,
I Lost My Sanity,
And I Lost My Son.
All I could do for the next few weeks was sit in my house and drink.
I kept drinking until I woke up one day...
June 16th, 2013. Father’s Day.
When I woke up, I was ready to end it all.
So I started writing a final letter to my son.
But in the middle of writing that letter… I heard a voice.
I’m not sure where it was from, maybe God or whatever you want to call it… but I heard a voice.
It said…
“You’re not done yet?”
And for whatever reason… I listened to that voice.
That day, I vowed to get my life back.
No matter what it took.
That day, I started my journey to sobriety.
And it led me to uncover a truth most are not willing to accept.
First, Willpower Doesn’t Work
I see myself as a strong individual, can hold my own, and solve most problems on my own.
I thought it would be the same with drinking. You’ve just gotta want it bad enough, right?
If you’ve struggled with drinking, then you know it’s not that simple.
It’s not a simple “no” you say to drinking… and you don’t just stop cold turkey.
Sure, I’ve had “success” with whiteknuckling it.
Streaks were as long as 3 months, 6 months, 7 months, even 9 months.
But It always ended up being just a temporary hiatus that always led back to a relapse.
Was Rehab The Answer?
Next, I tried rehab.
I was clean while I was inside.
But once, I got out - it was straight to the bar for me. Somehow convinced myself that “one wouldn’t hurt”.
And then I ended up waking up with a hangover and wondering what happened last night.
Rehab was not the answer for me.
Could Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) be the answer?
In 1935, Alcoholics Anonymous Was Founded…
Since its birth, the brotherhood of Alcoholics Anonymous has helped many men with their addiction to alcohol…
I thought it would be the answer for me too.
But even with the great contribution AA gave to society...
Something about it didn’t make sense to me.
If AA was THE answer to controlling our drinking…
Then why does the market value of alcohol continue to increase year-by-year?
It’s currently a $250 billion industry.
Without going to depressing support groups or 12-step programs...
Without going to detox centers...
And without whiteknuckling it.
But be warned...
What you’re about to read will challenge you, it will make you uncomfortable, and if you don’t click off this page right now...
You may never think of alcohol the same way again.
Still here?
Good. Then let’s begin.
Hi, I’m Mark Jennison
Hi, I’m Mark Jennison
People who see me today - they see my business, they see my family, and they see the life I’ve built…
And they think it’s a life out of a movie.
But the truth is... it wasn’t always like this. The person you see today is NOT the same person just a few years ago.
I’ve battled drug and alcohol addiction for over 21 years.
My mom and dad divorced when I was 14. Dad took my brother away, Mom was absent working, and I was left on my own to figure it out.
My way of “figuring it out” was alcohol and drugs.
At first, I thought drinking made everything better. More fun.
I could drink more, party more, fight more, I thought I was “the man”.
Drinking made falling asleep easier (although it was a shitty quality of sleep).
I thought alcohol was just what was needed to make a “good day” better and a “bad day” better. Alcohol was just a part of my life.
And for many years, I was able to keep my drinking up and still create a life that “looked good” on the surface.
Alcohol Made Everything Better…
Until It Made Things Worse
In 2007, my uncle (who was like a father to me) died from a drinking-and-riding accident.
He left behind his trucking company to me - and it was in shambles.
So from 2007 to mid-2013, I battled with drinking while becoming successful…
Learned everything I could about that business and built it up to 75 million gross revenue.
But towards the end of that time, I chose to let the drinking take over…
Daily.
And I thought I could get away with it like I always did...
But it all led to the one day where everything was ripped from beneath me...
The date was May 15th, 2013.
At the time, the worst day of my life… but it would ultimately lead me to a life-changing discovery.
Just a few months before, I had secured a multimillion dollar contract for the company.
Things were looking up, so I booked a trip to Jamaica for 4 days for the family.
But the trip ended almost as soon as it started.
I was drinking away any type of clear thinking I had. I wasn’t rational. All I could think about was getting the next buzz.
In that state, I thought I would be invincible. I thought I wouldn’t get caught.
But of course… I did get caught.
A few nights into the Jamaica trip, my son’s mom found drugs in my bag on top of me being drunk before noon.
She flipped out - she yelled, she screamed, we fought for a good couple hours. And for good reason.
That night she took my son and stood at the door ready to leave and fly out that very night…
And I’ll never forget what she said next to me…
“You’re Never Going To See Him Again.”
My heart sank.
I knew I fucked up.
My son was everything to me. And I blew it.
I’ve always told myself I wanted to be a present father.
A father who was there for him, a father he could be proud of, a father he loved.
Yet here I was - drinking my life away. Drinking my son away. And I didn’t know it that night…
But drinking my business away.
Days later, when I went back to work… they kicked me off the premises and told me I was no longer needed.
The details don’t matter here - but it turned out that in my foggy state of mind from all the drinking...
I signed all my contracts away to my “ So called friends”.
They kicked me out of the business that I built for the past six years.
In the span of a few weeks...
I Lost My Business,
I Lost My Sanity,
And I Lost My Son.
All I could do for the next few weeks was sit in my house and drink.
I kept drinking until I woke up one day...
June 16th, 2013. Father’s Day.
When I woke up, I was ready to end it all.
So I started writing a final letter to my son.
But in the middle of writing that letter… I heard a voice.
I’m not sure where it was from, maybe God or whatever you want to call it… but I heard a voice.
It said…
“You’re not done yet?”
And for whatever reason… I listened to that voice.
That day, I vowed to get my life back.
No matter what it took.
That day, I started my journey to sobriety.
And it led me to uncover a truth most are not willing to accept.
First, Willpower Doesn’t Work
I see myself as a strong individual, can hold my own, and solve most problems on my own.
I thought it would be the same with drinking. You’ve just gotta want it bad enough, right?
If you’ve struggled with drinking, then you know it’s not that simple.
It’s not a simple “no” you say to drinking… and you don’t just stop cold turkey.
Sure, I’ve had “success” with whiteknuckling it.
Streaks were as long as 3 months, 6 months, 7 months, even 9 months.
But It always ended up being just a temporary hiatus that always led back to a relapse.
Was Rehab The Answer?
Next, I tried rehab.
I was clean while I was inside.
But once, I got out - it was straight to the bar for me. Somehow convinced myself that “one wouldn’t hurt”.
And then I ended up waking up with a hangover and wondering what happened last night.
Rehab was not the answer for me.
Could Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) be the answer?
In 1935, Alcoholics Anonymous Was Founded…
Since its birth, the brotherhood of Alcoholics Anonymous has helped many men with their addiction to alcohol…
I thought it would be the answer for me too.
But even with the great contribution AA gave to society...
Something about it didn’t make sense to me.
If AA was THE answer to controlling our drinking…
Then why does the market value of alcohol continue to increase year-by-year?
It’s currently a $250 billion industry.
And they think it’s a life out of a movie.
But the truth is... it wasn’t always like this. The person you see today is NOT the same person just a few years ago.
I’ve battled drug and alcohol addiction for over 21 years.
My mom and dad divorced when I was 14. Dad took my brother away, Mom was absent working, and I was left on my own to figure it out.
My way of “figuring it out” was alcohol and drugs.
At first, I thought drinking made everything better. More fun.
I could drink more, party more, fight more, I thought I was “the man”.
Drinking made falling asleep easier (although it was a shitty quality of sleep).
I thought alcohol was just what was needed to make a “good day” better and a “bad day” better. Alcohol was just a part of my life.
And for many years, I was able to keep my drinking up and still create a life that “looked good” on the surface.
Alcohol Made Everything Better…
Until It Made Things Worse
In 2007, my uncle (who was like a father to me) died from a drinking-and-riding accident.
He left behind his trucking company to me - and it was in shambles.
So from 2007 to mid-2013, I battled with drinking while becoming successful…
Learned everything I could about that business and built it up to 75 million gross revenue.
But towards the end of that time, I chose to let the drinking take over…
Daily.
And I thought I could get away with it like I always did...
But it all led to the one day where everything was ripped from beneath me...
The date was May 15th, 2013.
At the time, the worst day of my life… but it would ultimately lead me to a life-changing discovery.
Just a few months before, I had secured a multimillion dollar contract for the company.
Things were looking up, so I booked a trip to Jamaica for 4 days for the family.
But the trip ended almost as soon as it started.
I was drinking away any type of clear thinking I had. I wasn’t rational. All I could think about was getting the next buzz.
In that state, I thought I would be invincible. I thought I wouldn’t get caught.
But of course… I did get caught.
A few nights into the Jamaica trip, my son’s mom found drugs in my bag on top of me being drunk before noon.
She flipped out - she yelled, she screamed, we fought for a good couple hours. And for good reason.
That night she took my son and stood at the door ready to leave and fly out that very night…
And I’ll never forget what she said next to me…
“You’re Never Going To See Him Again.”
My heart sank.
I knew I fucked up.
My son was everything to me. And I blew it.
I’ve always told myself I wanted to be a present father.
A father who was there for him, a father he could be proud of, a father he loved.
Yet here I was - drinking my life away. Drinking my son away. And I didn’t know it that night…
But drinking my business away.
Days later, when I went back to work… they kicked me off the premises and told me I was no longer needed.
The details don’t matter here - but it turned out that in my foggy state of mind from all the drinking...
I signed all my contracts away to my “ So called friends”.
They kicked me out of the business that I built for the past six years.
In the span of a few weeks...
I Lost My Business,
I Lost My Sanity,
And I Lost My Son.
All I could do for the next few weeks was sit in my house and drink.
I kept drinking until I woke up one day...
June 16th, 2013. Father’s Day.
When I woke up, I was ready to end it all.
So I started writing a final letter to my son.
But in the middle of writing that letter… I heard a voice.
I’m not sure where it was from, maybe God or whatever you want to call it… but I heard a voice.
It said…
“You’re not done yet?”
And for whatever reason… I listened to that voice.
That day, I vowed to get my life back.
No matter what it took.
That day, I started my journey to sobriety.
And it led me to uncover a truth most are not willing to accept.
First, Willpower Doesn’t Work
I see myself as a strong individual, can hold my own, and solve most problems on my own.
I thought it would be the same with drinking. You’ve just gotta want it bad enough, right?
If you’ve struggled with drinking, then you know it’s not that simple.
It’s not a simple “no” you say to drinking… and you don’t just stop cold turkey.
Sure, I’ve had “success” with whiteknuckling it.
Streaks were as long as 3 months, 6 months, 7 months, even 9 months.
But It always ended up being just a temporary hiatus that always led back to a relapse.
Was Rehab The Answer?
Next, I tried rehab.
I was clean while I was inside.
But once, I got out - it was straight to the bar for me. Somehow convinced myself that “one wouldn’t hurt”.
And then I ended up waking up with a hangover and wondering what happened last night.
Rehab was not the answer for me.
Could Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) be the answer?
In 1935, Alcoholics Anonymous Was Founded…
Since its birth, the brotherhood of Alcoholics Anonymous has helped many men with their addiction to alcohol…
I thought it would be the answer for me too.
But even with the great contribution AA gave to society...
Something about it didn’t make sense to me.
If AA was THE answer to controlling our drinking…
Then why does the market value of alcohol continue to increase year-by-year?
It’s currently a $250 billion industry.
I could drink more, party more, fight more, I thought I was “the man”.
Drinking made falling asleep easier (although it was a shitty quality of sleep).
I thought alcohol was just what was needed to make a “good day” better and a “bad day” better. Alcohol was just a part of my life.
And for many years, I was able to keep my drinking up and still create a life that “looked good” on the surface.
Alcohol Made Everything Better…
Until It Made Things Worse
In 2007, my uncle (who was like a father to me) died from a drinking-and-riding accident.
He left behind his trucking company to me - and it was in shambles.
So from 2007 to mid-2013, I battled with drinking while becoming successful…
Learned everything I could about that business and built it up to 75 million gross revenue.
But towards the end of that time, I chose to let the drinking take over…
Daily.
And I thought I could get away with it like I always did...
But it all led to the one day where everything was ripped from beneath me...
The date was May 15th, 2013.
At the time, the worst day of my life… but it would ultimately lead me to a life-changing discovery.
Just a few months before, I had secured a multimillion dollar contract for the company.
Things were looking up, so I booked a trip to Jamaica for 4 days for the family.
But the trip ended almost as soon as it started.
I was drinking away any type of clear thinking I had. I wasn’t rational. All I could think about was getting the next buzz.
In that state, I thought I would be invincible. I thought I wouldn’t get caught.
But of course… I did get caught.
A few nights into the Jamaica trip, my son’s mom found drugs in my bag on top of me being drunk before noon.
She flipped out - she yelled, she screamed, we fought for a good couple hours. And for good reason.
That night she took my son and stood at the door ready to leave and fly out that very night…
And I’ll never forget what she said next to me…
“You’re Never Going To See Him Again.”
My heart sank.
I knew I fucked up.
My son was everything to me. And I blew it.
I’ve always told myself I wanted to be a present father.
A father who was there for him, a father he could be proud of, a father he loved.
Yet here I was - drinking my life away. Drinking my son away. And I didn’t know it that night…
But drinking my business away.
Days later, when I went back to work… they kicked me off the premises and told me I was no longer needed.
The details don’t matter here - but it turned out that in my foggy state of mind from all the drinking...
I signed all my contracts away to my “ So called friends”.
They kicked me out of the business that I built for the past six years.
In the span of a few weeks...
I Lost My Business,
I Lost My Sanity,
And I Lost My Son.
All I could do for the next few weeks was sit in my house and drink.
I kept drinking until I woke up one day...
June 16th, 2013. Father’s Day.
When I woke up, I was ready to end it all.
So I started writing a final letter to my son.
But in the middle of writing that letter… I heard a voice.
I’m not sure where it was from, maybe God or whatever you want to call it… but I heard a voice.
It said…
“You’re not done yet?”
And for whatever reason… I listened to that voice.
That day, I vowed to get my life back.
No matter what it took.
That day, I started my journey to sobriety.
And it led me to uncover a truth most are not willing to accept.
First, Willpower Doesn’t Work
I see myself as a strong individual, can hold my own, and solve most problems on my own.
I thought it would be the same with drinking. You’ve just gotta want it bad enough, right?
If you’ve struggled with drinking, then you know it’s not that simple.
It’s not a simple “no” you say to drinking… and you don’t just stop cold turkey.
Sure, I’ve had “success” with whiteknuckling it.
Streaks were as long as 3 months, 6 months, 7 months, even 9 months.
But It always ended up being just a temporary hiatus that always led back to a relapse.
Was Rehab The Answer?
Next, I tried rehab.
I was clean while I was inside.
But once, I got out - it was straight to the bar for me. Somehow convinced myself that “one wouldn’t hurt”.
And then I ended up waking up with a hangover and wondering what happened last night.
Rehab was not the answer for me.
Could Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) be the answer?
In 1935, Alcoholics Anonymous Was Founded…
Since its birth, the brotherhood of Alcoholics Anonymous has helped many men with their addiction to alcohol…
I thought it would be the answer for me too.
But even with the great contribution AA gave to society...
Something about it didn’t make sense to me.
If AA was THE answer to controlling our drinking…
Then why does the market value of alcohol continue to increase year-by-year?
It’s currently a $250 billion industry.
He left behind his trucking company to me - and it was in shambles.
So from 2007 to mid-2013, I battled with drinking while becoming successful…
Learned everything I could about that business and built it up to 75 million gross revenue.
But towards the end of that time, I chose to let the drinking take over…
Daily.
And I thought I could get away with it like I always did...
But it all led to the one day where everything was ripped from beneath me...
The date was May 15th, 2013.
At the time, the worst day of my life… but it would ultimately lead me to a life-changing discovery.
Just a few months before, I had secured a multimillion dollar contract for the company.
Things were looking up, so I booked a trip to Jamaica for 4 days for the family.
But the trip ended almost as soon as it started.
I was drinking away any type of clear thinking I had. I wasn’t rational. All I could think about was getting the next buzz.
In that state, I thought I would be invincible. I thought I wouldn’t get caught.
But of course… I did get caught.
A few nights into the Jamaica trip, my son’s mom found drugs in my bag on top of me being drunk before noon.
She flipped out - she yelled, she screamed, we fought for a good couple hours. And for good reason.
That night she took my son and stood at the door ready to leave and fly out that very night…
And I’ll never forget what she said next to me…
“You’re Never Going To See Him Again.”
My heart sank.
I knew I fucked up.
My son was everything to me. And I blew it.
I’ve always told myself I wanted to be a present father.
A father who was there for him, a father he could be proud of, a father he loved.
Yet here I was - drinking my life away. Drinking my son away. And I didn’t know it that night…
But drinking my business away.
Days later, when I went back to work… they kicked me off the premises and told me I was no longer needed.
The details don’t matter here - but it turned out that in my foggy state of mind from all the drinking...
I signed all my contracts away to my “ So called friends”.
They kicked me out of the business that I built for the past six years.
In the span of a few weeks...
I Lost My Business,
I Lost My Sanity,
And I Lost My Son.
All I could do for the next few weeks was sit in my house and drink.
I kept drinking until I woke up one day...
June 16th, 2013. Father’s Day.
When I woke up, I was ready to end it all.
So I started writing a final letter to my son.
But in the middle of writing that letter… I heard a voice.
I’m not sure where it was from, maybe God or whatever you want to call it… but I heard a voice.
It said…
“You’re not done yet?”
And for whatever reason… I listened to that voice.
That day, I vowed to get my life back.
No matter what it took.
That day, I started my journey to sobriety.
And it led me to uncover a truth most are not willing to accept.
First, Willpower Doesn’t Work
I see myself as a strong individual, can hold my own, and solve most problems on my own.
I thought it would be the same with drinking. You’ve just gotta want it bad enough, right?
If you’ve struggled with drinking, then you know it’s not that simple.
It’s not a simple “no” you say to drinking… and you don’t just stop cold turkey.
Sure, I’ve had “success” with whiteknuckling it.
Streaks were as long as 3 months, 6 months, 7 months, even 9 months.
But It always ended up being just a temporary hiatus that always led back to a relapse.
Was Rehab The Answer?
Next, I tried rehab.
I was clean while I was inside.
But once, I got out - it was straight to the bar for me. Somehow convinced myself that “one wouldn’t hurt”.
And then I ended up waking up with a hangover and wondering what happened last night.
Rehab was not the answer for me.
Could Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) be the answer?
In 1935, Alcoholics Anonymous Was Founded…
Since its birth, the brotherhood of Alcoholics Anonymous has helped many men with their addiction to alcohol…
I thought it would be the answer for me too.
But even with the great contribution AA gave to society...
Something about it didn’t make sense to me.
If AA was THE answer to controlling our drinking…
Then why does the market value of alcohol continue to increase year-by-year?
It’s currently a $250 billion industry.
Just a few months before, I had secured a multimillion dollar contract for the company.
Things were looking up, so I booked a trip to Jamaica for 4 days for the family.
But the trip ended almost as soon as it started.
I was drinking away any type of clear thinking I had. I wasn’t rational. All I could think about was getting the next buzz.
In that state, I thought I would be invincible. I thought I wouldn’t get caught.
But of course… I did get caught.
A few nights into the Jamaica trip, my son’s mom found drugs in my bag on top of me being drunk before noon.
She flipped out - she yelled, she screamed, we fought for a good couple hours. And for good reason.
That night she took my son and stood at the door ready to leave and fly out that very night…
And I’ll never forget what she said next to me…
“You’re Never Going To See Him Again.”
My heart sank.
I knew I fucked up.
My son was everything to me. And I blew it.
I’ve always told myself I wanted to be a present father.
A father who was there for him, a father he could be proud of, a father he loved.
Yet here I was - drinking my life away. Drinking my son away. And I didn’t know it that night…
But drinking my business away.
Days later, when I went back to work… they kicked me off the premises and told me I was no longer needed.
The details don’t matter here - but it turned out that in my foggy state of mind from all the drinking...
I signed all my contracts away to my “ So called friends”.
They kicked me out of the business that I built for the past six years.
In the span of a few weeks...
I Lost My Business,
I Lost My Sanity,
And I Lost My Son.
All I could do for the next few weeks was sit in my house and drink.
I kept drinking until I woke up one day...
June 16th, 2013. Father’s Day.
When I woke up, I was ready to end it all.
So I started writing a final letter to my son.
But in the middle of writing that letter… I heard a voice.
I’m not sure where it was from, maybe God or whatever you want to call it… but I heard a voice.
It said…
“You’re not done yet?”
And for whatever reason… I listened to that voice.
That day, I vowed to get my life back.
No matter what it took.
That day, I started my journey to sobriety.
And it led me to uncover a truth most are not willing to accept.
First, Willpower Doesn’t Work
I see myself as a strong individual, can hold my own, and solve most problems on my own.
I thought it would be the same with drinking. You’ve just gotta want it bad enough, right?
If you’ve struggled with drinking, then you know it’s not that simple.
It’s not a simple “no” you say to drinking… and you don’t just stop cold turkey.
Sure, I’ve had “success” with whiteknuckling it.
Streaks were as long as 3 months, 6 months, 7 months, even 9 months.
But It always ended up being just a temporary hiatus that always led back to a relapse.
Was Rehab The Answer?
Next, I tried rehab.
I was clean while I was inside.
But once, I got out - it was straight to the bar for me. Somehow convinced myself that “one wouldn’t hurt”.
And then I ended up waking up with a hangover and wondering what happened last night.
Rehab was not the answer for me.
Could Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) be the answer?
In 1935, Alcoholics Anonymous Was Founded…
Since its birth, the brotherhood of Alcoholics Anonymous has helped many men with their addiction to alcohol…
I thought it would be the answer for me too.
But even with the great contribution AA gave to society...
Something about it didn’t make sense to me.
If AA was THE answer to controlling our drinking…
Then why does the market value of alcohol continue to increase year-by-year?
It’s currently a $250 billion industry.
I knew I fucked up.
My son was everything to me. And I blew it.
I’ve always told myself I wanted to be a present father.
A father who was there for him, a father he could be proud of, a father he loved.
Yet here I was - drinking my life away. Drinking my son away. And I didn’t know it that night…
But drinking my business away.
Days later, when I went back to work… they kicked me off the premises and told me I was no longer needed.
The details don’t matter here - but it turned out that in my foggy state of mind from all the drinking...
I signed all my contracts away to my “ So called friends”.
They kicked me out of the business that I built for the past six years.
In the span of a few weeks...
I Lost My Business,
I Lost My Sanity,
And I Lost My Son.
I Lost My Sanity,
And I Lost My Son.
All I could do for the next few weeks was sit in my house and drink.
I kept drinking until I woke up one day...
June 16th, 2013. Father’s Day.
When I woke up, I was ready to end it all.
So I started writing a final letter to my son.
But in the middle of writing that letter… I heard a voice.
I’m not sure where it was from, maybe God or whatever you want to call it… but I heard a voice.
It said…
“You’re not done yet?”
And for whatever reason… I listened to that voice.
That day, I vowed to get my life back.
No matter what it took.
That day, I started my journey to sobriety.
And it led me to uncover a truth most are not willing to accept.
First, Willpower Doesn’t Work
I see myself as a strong individual, can hold my own, and solve most problems on my own.
I thought it would be the same with drinking. You’ve just gotta want it bad enough, right?
If you’ve struggled with drinking, then you know it’s not that simple.
It’s not a simple “no” you say to drinking… and you don’t just stop cold turkey.
Sure, I’ve had “success” with whiteknuckling it.
Streaks were as long as 3 months, 6 months, 7 months, even 9 months.
But It always ended up being just a temporary hiatus that always led back to a relapse.
Was Rehab The Answer?
Next, I tried rehab.
I was clean while I was inside.
But once, I got out - it was straight to the bar for me. Somehow convinced myself that “one wouldn’t hurt”.
And then I ended up waking up with a hangover and wondering what happened last night.
Rehab was not the answer for me.
Could Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) be the answer?
In 1935, Alcoholics Anonymous Was Founded…
Since its birth, the brotherhood of Alcoholics Anonymous has helped many men with their addiction to alcohol…
I thought it would be the answer for me too.
But even with the great contribution AA gave to society...
Something about it didn’t make sense to me.
If AA was THE answer to controlling our drinking…
Then why does the market value of alcohol continue to increase year-by-year?
It’s currently a $250 billion industry.
I kept drinking until I woke up one day...
June 16th, 2013. Father’s Day.
When I woke up, I was ready to end it all.
So I started writing a final letter to my son.
But in the middle of writing that letter… I heard a voice.
I’m not sure where it was from, maybe God or whatever you want to call it… but I heard a voice.
It said…
“You’re not done yet?”
And for whatever reason… I listened to that voice.
That day, I vowed to get my life back.
No matter what it took.
That day, I started my journey to sobriety.
And it led me to uncover a truth most are not willing to accept.
First, Willpower Doesn’t Work
I see myself as a strong individual, can hold my own, and solve most problems on my own.
I thought it would be the same with drinking. You’ve just gotta want it bad enough, right?
If you’ve struggled with drinking, then you know it’s not that simple.
It’s not a simple “no” you say to drinking… and you don’t just stop cold turkey.
Sure, I’ve had “success” with whiteknuckling it.
Streaks were as long as 3 months, 6 months, 7 months, even 9 months.
But It always ended up being just a temporary hiatus that always led back to a relapse.
Was Rehab The Answer?
Next, I tried rehab.
I was clean while I was inside.
But once, I got out - it was straight to the bar for me. Somehow convinced myself that “one wouldn’t hurt”.
And then I ended up waking up with a hangover and wondering what happened last night.
Rehab was not the answer for me.
Could Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) be the answer?
In 1935, Alcoholics Anonymous Was Founded…
Since its birth, the brotherhood of Alcoholics Anonymous has helped many men with their addiction to alcohol…
I thought it would be the answer for me too.
But even with the great contribution AA gave to society...
Something about it didn’t make sense to me.
If AA was THE answer to controlling our drinking…
Then why does the market value of alcohol continue to increase year-by-year?
It’s currently a $250 billion industry.
I thought it would be the same with drinking. You’ve just gotta want it bad enough, right?
If you’ve struggled with drinking, then you know it’s not that simple.
It’s not a simple “no” you say to drinking… and you don’t just stop cold turkey.
Sure, I’ve had “success” with whiteknuckling it.
Streaks were as long as 3 months, 6 months, 7 months, even 9 months.
But It always ended up being just a temporary hiatus that always led back to a relapse.
Was Rehab The Answer?
Next, I tried rehab.
I was clean while I was inside.
But once, I got out - it was straight to the bar for me. Somehow convinced myself that “one wouldn’t hurt”.
And then I ended up waking up with a hangover and wondering what happened last night.
Rehab was not the answer for me.
Could Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) be the answer?
In 1935, Alcoholics Anonymous Was Founded…
Since its birth, the brotherhood of Alcoholics Anonymous has helped many men with their addiction to alcohol…
I thought it would be the answer for me too.
But even with the great contribution AA gave to society...
Something about it didn’t make sense to me.
If AA was THE answer to controlling our drinking…
Then why does the market value of alcohol continue to increase year-by-year?
It’s currently a $250 billion industry.
I was clean while I was inside.
But once, I got out - it was straight to the bar for me. Somehow convinced myself that “one wouldn’t hurt”.
And then I ended up waking up with a hangover and wondering what happened last night.
Rehab was not the answer for me.
Could Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) be the answer?
In 1935, Alcoholics Anonymous Was Founded…
Since its birth, the brotherhood of Alcoholics Anonymous has helped many men with their addiction to alcohol…
I thought it would be the answer for me too.
But even with the great contribution AA gave to society...
Something about it didn’t make sense to me.
If AA was THE answer to controlling our drinking…
Then why does the market value of alcohol continue to increase year-by-year?
It’s currently a $250 billion industry.
I thought it would be the answer for me too.
But even with the great contribution AA gave to society...
Something about it didn’t make sense to me.
If AA was THE answer to controlling our drinking…
Then why does the market value of alcohol continue to increase year-by-year?
It’s currently a $250 billion industry.