Chris described a life that “basically sucked”—waking up with no purpose, fear running his days, and addictions becoming the only way he knew how to cope. He said it worked at first, and then it didn’t, and he needed more and more just to get away from how he felt.
Then he shared the pit: two years earlier, he drank himself to death—found gray with blue lips, CPR for twenty minutes, seizures, and a blood alcohol level of .455. That’s not a metaphor. That’s where addiction goes if nothing interrupts it.
After the work, what came through wasn’t hype. It was hope. He described feeling okay with where he was, and seeing a future again—like the internal “sun” came back on. That’s the kind of change that doesn’t require you to be strong every second. It requires the program to be different.