By Daniel G Gasser
I wake up and have no idea where I am. I’m looking around trying to orientate myself. My head is hurting. I lift my head and hope no one recognises me as I try to figure out what happened this time.
I’m laying on a corner in a side street. I slowly start to realize what must have happened.
Like any other evening after work, I had a drink or two with my friends and colleagues. But somewhere, somehow, it turned from a quick fun night out to me ending up in this same insane place.
I can’t remember clearly exactly how it all happened again, but I just know it has.
I am in a daze and compounded by headache and confusion.
How did I get here, my friends long gone home? Why did it happen again?
I knew something had to change.
Me, an alcoholic? No way!
I was a normal, regular guy, after all, 41 years old.
I had a good life, was a programmer and salesman, had a wonderful partner at my side, who fortunately still is with me today, nothing to complain about.
I just drank my drinks in the evening like everybody else. Where and when did it start to turn sideways?
I realize it’s plain daylight. Hopefully, nobody recognises me…
What a shame, what an undesirable, awful moment. What would Anita say? … What will Anita say when I’ll come home?!? I will sneak in and go to the bathroom directly, with a little luck, she won’t notice…
As I’m writing this, I tell her that story and if she’d recall it… Oh yes, she does. And another awful story, one out of many, comes to her mind ‘Do you remember texting me from the car, parked outside the house, asking for help because you were so drunk that you couldn’t get out of the car by yourself?’
Yes, now I can talk to Anita about all that because it’s the past and it will never come back. I found a way out of that nasty “habit” that destroys lives, families, businesses and almost destroyed my life too.
How could it turn so bad?
Let’s go back to the question, how could I end up so badly, just by doing what everybody else does. Having that first beer as a teenager (13), just to try, not to be the pussy of the group. The effect alcohol had was quite amazing. It dropped my inhibitions, my feeling of not being up to it. Suddenly I was someone, people respected me… And quite quickly it was a habit, even more, a damn vice.
Then the stress of adulthood came. Working, paying bills, working more just to pay more bills and nobody really teaches us how to cope with all that. ‘Have a drink, it relaxes you’, ‘Having a drink helps cope with stress’ Soon, drinking became my companion, my brother in misery but the actual misery was drinking, not the feelings of not being up to it, not the confusion about my emotions, about having to be that strong, stoic man. Those misunderstandings could have been resolved by talking to the right people, not some other drunks. ‘Have a drink, buddy, that’ll help’ … Yeah, the hell it does!
So… I drank because it helped so wonderfully to forget the pain, it made me so brave (uninhibited is it actually) it made me function in the role that society inflicted on me and I never asked myself if I really wanted to be in that role… Well, there were moments of clarity, but the pain was allegedly too bad to be bearable. ‘Quickly, have a drink before it surfaces again.’
And I know for a fact that a lot of men are struggling, are hiding their true feelings, want desperately to cry out loud or in silence, to talk about their true emotions with other men and are trapped in the erroneous and stupid cliché that society holds up.
The moment of change
The 3rd of March 2018 was the night all that would come to an abrupt end. Drunk as a skunk, I decided to drive home from the 50th birthday party of my sister. I could have slept there, everybody told me, nay, begged me to do so but no… stubborn genius had to drive home and Boom! Out of nowhere, there was that wall in the middle of the road. Police, blood alcohol test, horrendous fine, drivers licence went for quite a while (which businessman needs a drivers licence anyway, right?), five year sentence on probation but that didn’t make me change a thing because it wasn’t the first time that kind of event took place.
What changed my life was the day after when I saw the car, or what was left of it, in daylight. It wasn’t a car anymore, but a crumpled heap of sheet metal and I got away without the tiniest little scratch or wound.
Then I knew, I’m done with that. I still recall the feeling of numbness, a kind of dizziness, the kind of very strong feeling when you realize that this is a big moment.
Finally free
It still took me another year and a half to find the method that really set me free from drinking.
And I mean real freedom. No need for a drink even when feeling like I feel right now, writing my story, close to tears, my belly going crazy, being in real pain. Those were the exact moments to open the bottle…
I had to go through all this to be able now to help others get that same freedom easily, without willpower, without craving. Smoothly and sustainably.
In one call I promise I can help you to not have a drink for, let’s say, 2 days. feasible right?
The method
How does it work? Here’s some food for thoughts:
- How did the very first sip of alcohol you took taste like? Was it good?
Wasn’t it rather bitter and foul? Didn’t you have to acquire that taste?
Nature has a genius way of teaching us: Everything that doesn’t look, smell or taste good is nothing to put into our body. - Did you know that alcohol does not actually help to cope with stress but enforces it?
Imagine there’s a fire. All you do is turn off the alarm, call the firemen and tell them that the fire is under control, everything is fine. - ‘Alcohol makes us happy’ Following that logic would mean the more we drink the happier we get?
That is part of the method I use. It is based on opening eyes and understanding.
I’ll tell you more in a call or if you want to do it on your own, in online training; 10-15 minutes videos, explaining everything there is to know and helping you set yourself free.
Real freedom? Yes, here’s why. Even in my worst moods, the most outrageous days, not even the slightest thought crosses my mind of having a drink, and I wouldn’t even have to go out buying alcohol, all I’d need is right here. Why do I dare to have alcohol in my house even though almost every expert tells us that’s the thing not to do? Because my guests and friends like to have a drink when they come for a visit, why shouldn’t they, after all? Now that’s what I call real freedom, don’t you?
