Ever feel like the thing you reach for to survive… is the very thing that’s slowly destroying you?
The brutal truth is, you might be treating trauma with the same poison that’s deepening your wounds.
It’s not just the booze, the high, or the fog—it’s the silence you’ve built around your pain.
It’s like trying to meditate while your soul is on fire.
Substances don’t calm the storm—they amplify it.
They whisper promises of peace but leave you with chaos and chains.
They don’t heal trauma—they marry it.
Now, you’re not just hurt—you’re held hostage.
Let’s keep it all the way real.
When you’ve survived hell, your brain wires itself for survival.
That dopamine hit? It’s just a chemical band-aid on a bullet wound.
If you’ve got ADHD, that mix is even wilder—impulses go unchecked, emotions hit like freight trains, and one bad moment can spiral fast.
You’re not numbing the pain—you’re feeding the cycle that’s keeping you stuck.
I’ve been there…
Waking up in a hospital bed, tubes in my arms, heart barely beating.
That sterile hospital smell hit me harder than any drink ever did.
All I could think was: “What the hell are you running from… that you’re willing to die not to face it?”
You’re not addicted to alcohol.
You’re addicted to escaping your own thoughts.
But guess what?
You’re still here.
That means something.
That matters.
The version of you reading this right now?
That’s a fighter.
That’s someone who hasn’t given up.
And that’s enough—for now.
Imagine turning your trauma into power.
Not baggage—but fuel. Your scars?
They’re not shame—they’re stories.
And growth is what happens when you stop hiding and start healing.
If this hit home, I built something for you.
Come see what’s possible:
—Kohdi
