Beyond Broken

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>My anxiety was on full-blast coming off a late-night bender. 26 beer cans scattered across my living room floor... What normally would sedate a person only had me wanting more... and more. I just couldn't drink enough to kill my crippling anxieties.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I reached out to my ex-wife... my EX-WIFE! The one I put huge blame on for destroying me. So low in life and in an act of desperation I was at her mercy. I was killing myself... The next thing I knew I was on a conference call thoughts running crazy in my head ready to risk it all.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Luckily with my ex-wife's stern push to regain control and use of resources available through the job (I hated) to get help I self-admitted into rehab. I booked a flight to California that would forever change my life. Tired scared frustrated depressed and filled with anxiety I had lost control and was taking a leap of faith.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>I was... Beyond Broken</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>And there was no turning back</span></p>