Michael Massey

Flip your switch. It’s that simple, and that difficult. 1. If it’s so easy, why doesn’t it happen all the time? Because I’m not sure the question has ever been asked like this before. I doubt anyone has ever called it simple. This is not to say the road to sobriety isn't difficult. There are enormous challenges, but the internal decision to stop is easy. - It’s a simple mindset. Flip your switch. Drinking is never again an option for you, and the rest of the world rushes in to take its place, filling you up with peace. A world you haven’t paid attention to in quite a while. - Give yourself permission to accept the change. The ability is deep within all of us and only we can make it happen. No one can do it for us. - Let go. You don’t have to live that way, ever again. No more guilt. No more lies. Feel yourself getting lighter. Feel the weight lift off your shoulders.

- See yourself one year from now, with clear eyes, stronger flexible muscles, weight loss, a healthy appetite, breathing deeper, smiling. (I guarantee these things will happen, just from quitting drinking). - Manifest the future. If you can imagine it, you can accomplish it. - Imagine. Being calm, happy, starting something and finishing it. - Imagine a world that doesn’t revolve around alcohol, a world where you don’t think about it. - Imagine a place where you don’t have to lie to protect that dependent lifestyle. Where being honest with yourself and others is the default, and the foundation of trust in yourself and your family and friends is being built on a daily basis, instead of living a dumpster fire. - Tomorrow will be a better day. What’s past is past. Look forward. Flip Your Switch.

Things that people take for granted everyday, look different in early sobriety. Simple things, like effortless balance, flavors bursting to life, feeling stronger and sore after a workout, and clear eyes looking back at you from the mirror. It made me realize that concentrating on the positives that were happening in my sobriety was much more effective than constantly reliving the Groundhog Day of hell that I left behind. Small victories. All the small things.