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Learn to identify the "hooks" that trigger your compulsive bad habits, and how to systematically replace those habits with constructive ones.As a young man, Dr. Adi Jaffe’s own battle with addiction nearly landed him a decades-long prison sentence. Now, his revelatory addiction treatment protocol has helped thousands to free themselves from the addictive habits that cause negative consequences. The key? Identifying the sources—the “hooks”—that catalyze these habits. Using Dr. Jaffe's Explore / Accept / Transform model, you will discover your own personal triggers, stepping through your patterned perceptions and responses, for a new way to cope with the factors that drive your addictions. Dr. Jaffe’s shame-free, step-by-step program helps you address what's driving your addiction by: Identifying the “hooks” that drive your behavior Building awareness of when these hooks are activated Unpacking your go-to, habitual responses Creating new, healthier patterns and ways of reacting Most of us are affected by addiction in one way or another. The Unhooked Method destigmatizes addiction, addresses trauma, depression, and lack of purpose, and uses habit change knowledge and tools to help you to unhook for an addiction-free life.

Duration:: 3m
Broadcast on:: 06 Jan 2025
Audio Format:: other

There was a noise, usually, there wasn't much that could overcome the deadening effect of the drugs on my sleep, but on this particular morning, a constant buzzing was breaking through. I wasn't fully awake, but the noise had pulled me back to consciousness. I didn't want to be awake. Then there was a pain. Since the accident, it sometimes seemed as if physical pain was the primary motivating factor in my life. It got me drugs, after all. This latest cycle had started with the Vicodin prescribed by my doctor, a thousand whole milligrams every four hours. That left me feeling deeply groggy and numb. Life took on a hazy, foggy sort of quality. I wanted something to counter that sensation. I didn't like being so out of it. Plus, the Vicodin didn't really mask the slow, intense throbbing of my broken, useless leg. Now, there was light too. It was pouring through the blinds, directly onto my still-closed eyes. My large bedroom window, which took up more than half of the wall next to my bed, faced east. Not great for someone who wants to sleep in and avoid reality. The noise was still there, growing ever louder. Maybe closer? Without even opening my eyes, I knew that something was wrong. Even in this hazy dream state, I knew I should recognize this noise. I couldn't place it, but I definitely heard it before. I tried to open my eyes, but the light flooded my vision and, for a moment, I couldn't make anything out. The only thing I could see were shadows, hazy shapes floating around me. I needed to focus, but even such a simple task proved much more difficult than I expected. The sound was starting to clarify and come into focus. I suddenly realized that the noise was actually a series of loud voices. There were people. They seemed to be repeating a phrase over and over. They were screaming at me. Now, I knew that something was seriously wrong. I felt my heart beating furiously in my chest, and I struggled to sit upright. I had to get up. The words were coming together now, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I finally knew what they were saying. They were screaming my name. Suddenly, I heard the sound of glass shatter, and I could make out people running into the room, swarming around me. This was no dream. It wasn't even a nightmare. I was awake. As I sat up in my bed, all I could focus on was the loaded shotgun pointed directly at my face. [BLANK_AUDIO]