Please join me in welcoming Quinn, founder of CaliSoberRecoveryProgram, to the group! 🙌 We’ve got big plans for this page, and I appreciate you all sticking with it—and with us. I know it’s been a while since we’ve checked in. Let’s get the conversation going again. How’s your recovery journey going? Any wins, challenges, or things you’re figuring out along the way? Share whatever you’re comfortable with. Sometimes just hearing “I’ve been there too” makes a difference. Glad you’re here, Quinn. And glad all of you are still here. 💚

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A Sober-Curious Look at Why Some Brains Reach for the Bottle There’s a quiet truth that a lot of people discover only after they stop drinking: They weren’t just “partying too much.”They weren’t just “bad at moderation.”They may have been trying to medicate a brain that never got the right help. For many sober-curious people, alcohol isn’t just about fun, rebellion, or escape. Sometimes it is an attempt to slow down racing thoughts, soften anxiety, quiet shame, or feel “normal” in a room full of people who seem to have life figured out. And for people with ADHD, that relationship can get complicated fast. ADHD is not just about being distracted, messy, hyper, or late. It is a neurodevelopmental condition that often starts in childhood and can continue into adulthood. Many adults have ADHD and do not realize it until much later in life. The CDC reported that in 2023, about 15.5 million U.S. adults had a current ADHD diagnosis, and roughly half of them were diagnosed as adults. That matters, because untreated ADHD and alcohol can become a dangerous loop. ADHD Can Make Alcohol Feel Like a Solution People with ADHD often deal with impulsivity, emotional swings, restlessness, boredom, anxiety, shame, poor sleep, and a brain that constantly wants stimulation. Alcohol can temporarily seem to solve all of that. It can make a noisy brain feel quiet can make social situations feel easier can make boredom disappear can make stress feel less sharp. It can give a quick dopamine hit to a brain that is constantly chasing stimulation. But the relief is temporary. The bill comes later. The National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism notes that ADHD symptoms such as impulsivity and attention problems can contribute to unhealthy drinking patterns, while alcohol can also worsen ADHD symptoms, creating a cycle of more drinking and more impairment. That is the trap: alcohol feels like medicine at first, then slowly becomes gasoline on the fire. The ADHD-Alcohol Loop Here is how the cycle often works:

I saw this youtube video on DMT. It talked about how the drug would ban people from using it. If "it " (The entities) felt it (the sacred medicine) was being used for recreational or non wholesome reason they would ban you. Also, as I leaned they don't like it when you show up drunk off your ass. Check out the video link below. And for the love of God comment if this article resonates. Let's build a community. Out of the Trees It was early summer in Florida, and I was there on business. The air felt thick the way it only does in Florida, like you could wear it instead of breathe it. Even in the evening there was heat radiating off the pavement, palm trees standing still against a violet sky, the whole state seeming to hum with mosquitoes, neon, and bad decisions. I had flown in to see a client in Jacksonville, the kind of guys who liked to work hard during the day and then spend the night proving to themselves they were still wild. They were heavy partiers, old-school in their appetite, and I spent a couple of days with them doing business by daylight and drifting into long, lubricated nights after dark. I had always been what people politely call a heavy drinker. Not the kind of drinker who needed a reason. If anything, I needed a reason not to drink. Drinking had a way of making life feel briefly possible. It softened the edges, dimmed the static, made me feel less trapped inside myself. For a few hours, the world seemed more open, more forgiving. Or maybe I just became less aware of the cage. By the time I finished with the client in Jacksonville, I had an idea. Since I was already in Florida, I’d drive down and see an old friend in St. Petersburg, a guy I hadn’t seen in years. Let’s call him Brian. We’d been through enough life together that I could already imagine the tone of the reunion: good stories, easy laughs, a few drinks that would become too many. Brian was dating a woman I hadn’t met yet, and the three of us agreed to meet up that evening. St. Petersburg had that loose coastal feeling to it, breezy and bohemian, the kind of place where every bar seems to have a patio and every patio seems to promise one more round. It was one of those evenings where the sky stayed bright longer than it should have, the light lingering over the buildings while the streets filled with people who looked like they had nowhere urgent to be.