Some people learn to survive by keeping others at arm’s length, looking strong on the outside while quietly fearing the risk of being vulnerable.
For many, alcohol becomes the shortcut. It dulls grief and fear while amplifying confidence and charm, creating the illusion of connection without the risk of being seen.
But what begins as a coping mechanism eventually becomes a cage, trapping them in a quiet war between the person they pretend to be and the emotions they’ve never allowed themselves to feel.
For me, that cage was what I called hell on earth. Fortunately, I found a way out. And for that, I am eternally grateful. It’s why I set an intention every day to calm my busy mind, soften my heart, and be of service whenever I can to those suffering like I once did.
I’ll never be able to pay back the people who helped me, but I can pay it forward with an attitude of gratitude. And that is why this community was started.